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Wednesday, 15 February 2012

Snowdrops

Snowdrops

The harshness of winter’s soil
No light no Sun, the dried out
Leaf of bye gone years, but life
Does move and starts to sprout
When the heads of Snowdrops
All jump out….

Pushing and shoving with olive
Green leaves, covering the forest
In carpets of white, Snowdrops
Of winter, a cold days delight…

Peter Wicks  




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