Day 929: Snowdrop Blaze

 

'and from the earth presentiments are rustling
as cheeky snowdrops hoist their periscopes..' 

It's snowdrop season! February's mascot flowers are here signalling spring. Perhaps the most hopeful flower there is, their potency as a symbol is well evoked here in this poem. 

 

Snowdrop Blaze - Rg Gregory

from late december onwards the day comes back
but not till february do we see those glimpses
that let us take deep darkness off the rack
and shake it free of lethargy that cramps us
through those dim months we're made amanuensis
to what loud rain and bitter spells dictate
we seek bed early and must get up late

long january's puffing in the right direction
but its early mornings keep that midnight feel
it still is subject to the date's dejection
but once it's over - see how light can steal
through cracks of trees and curtains - beneath the keel
of the eastern skyline (rocking like a boat
surprised so early to find itself afloat)

and from the earth presentiments are rustling
as cheeky snowdrops hoist their periscopes
within a week a mass of them is bustling
and white becomes the flavour of the slopes
and people flock invigorating hopes
seasons (they say) have forfeited effect on
one snowdrop-look and instantly dejection

is whipped (though biting winds and brooding skies)
away from the pure white cream the eyes are lapping
a frisson blooms as every bloodstream tries
to come to terms with its own natural sapping
and from the earth reorganise that mapping
that reaches out to plot those far endeavours
a spirit yearns for (wishing its forevers)

so walk away - no spread of simple flowers
can change the limitations we must live with
snowdrops come and go - our fickle powers
play havoc with the talents we can thrive with
it's just that february comes and lo - forthwith
for one brief snowdrop moment there's a blaze
that lights the world up with its splash of praise