January’s first sight of a milk flower inspired this poem….
Before the last Snow Drop melts……
Ode To Milk Flower.
In this grave of Jan a welcome sight,
Site of sorrow yields bright
Hold faith for the year show-light
Starlight gazing in this dead-light,
Delicate beads spilling white
The years first tender bite
Drawn up through earth tight
Angels drawn in earths night
Flirting in Winters unloving bite…..
Milk Flower emerges in sight!
~ K.S Blackmore
Q ~ What does the sight of snowdrops bring to you….?