Our Snowdrop Weekend on Saturday February 4th to Sunday 5th is fast approaching. While volunteering at the Library this week I came across Wordsworth’s To A Snowdrop, a poem that so memorably evokes the changing of the seasons.
Among the first flowers to appear in the new year, and looking so fragile, snowdrops thrive in the harshest weather. Emerging through frost and snow, returning faithfully each year, to carpet gardens, woods and riverbanks, they quietly welcome the coming of spring.
TO A SNOWDROP
LONE Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they
But hardier far, once more I see thee bend
Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend,
Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day,
Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay
The rising sun, and on the plains descend;
Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend
Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May
Shall soon behold this border thickly set
With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing
On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers;
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
And pensive monitor of fleeting years!
Come along and share a treasured moment.