Philippa Lane (March 7th,1941 / Chichester, West Sussex, England)

Into a frosty world she is born,
Pure and delicate,
Her head nods gently
In the breeze
That silver morn doth bring.

Meekest of all flowers,
She proudly stands,
Bringing joy to the hearts of man
Who glimpses her in woody bowers.

Her petalled bell holds hope,
Sweetness fills her stem,
& in her frostiness
She keeps her yearly promise -

The longed-for warmth
Of yet another Spring.