Not far from a river,
in the depth
of a wood,
amidst gold autumn debris,
snow, ivy and moss,
- snowdrops -
heads bowed demurely
in cold, winter light
stand patient and silent
with Spring in their sight.
Sally Plumb
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How descriptive and lovely, well done Sally!
Thankyou for your kind remark. Sally.