Snowdrops in snow
An anthology of them
At the clearing a wind howls
The sound reiterated
I observe the plant’s growing habit
Stem piercing earth
A petal has been detached
Fantastical visions — snow falling
Light brushings — a passing stroke
I reach for spectacles:
Our world revealed
Less placid but more silent
Crowded snowdrops in bud in snow
And one page, one, one page
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