Snowdrop Poem by Augusta Mendelsohn

I glimpsed an impossibly delicate snowdrop
Impertinent in the midst
Of last year's brown, tired grass.
Is the time running so fast?

Winter gave the illusion
Of time suspended in frozen mist.
I'm unprepared for the assault
I want to enjoy the company of my snowdrop
For a little longer.

But the floodgates have been open
The procession has already been set in motion
The grand ballroom under the open sky
Is having a dress rehearsal
In pink and blue.