First Moment Of The Snowdrop Poem by timmy conway

First Moment Of The Snowdrop



First moment of the snowdrop
Awaken in me a yearning for the new
bare trees shake winter from themselves
Branch hand green nails are budding
moist air slicing the bite from the cold
graveyard grass moves to the resurrection
a gift of growth freely given
like the crocus
my diary filled with hope

Wednesday, February 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: snow
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the Snowdrop heralds spring
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