Tuesday 12/1/21

Snowdrops
 
Tiny scalloped heads of
virgin white, drooping
as if in mourning.
Why do they not look up?
                                        
To the wispy clouds
melting on strips of 
ethereal blue.
                     
The sun appears,
bestowing radiance, 
giving promise of 
brighter days to come.
 
Roberta McLennan