Venturous Harbinger of Spring...

the snowdrops have been standing

in the garden,

holding their petals close...

waiting...

for just a bit of sun...

today,

I could wait no more...

and brought in a bundle...

their little heads popped open quickly...

To a Snowdrop

Lone flower,

hemmed in with the snows and white as they

but hardier far,

once more I see thee bend thy forehead,

as if fearful to offend, like an unbidden guest.

 Though day by day, Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops,

 waylay The rising sun, and on the plains descend;

Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend

Whose zeal outruns his promise!

Blue-eyed May Shall soon behold this border thickly set

With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing

On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers;

Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,

Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring,

And pensive monitor of fleeting years!

William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth was so inspired by his

Venturous Harbinger of Spring,

he wrote not one but two poems

to the Snowdrop...

(also "on seeing a tuft of snowdrops in a storm")

I know how he felt..

the promise of the coming spring,

wakes me up

and makes my blood move...

today I am joining...

Show and Tell Friday

and

Saturday Show Off

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