Death across this white wasteland
Nor leaf nor shoot is close at hand
Bitter winds keep green at bay
Frozen ground keep life away
But sun still shines and hope reigns true
For neath the soil seedlings brew
Impelled by call of spring to come
Life stirs yet in only some
As white snow melts revealing green
The single shoot can now be seen
With petals white as ice and snow
The snowdrop is the first to show