welcome intruders . snowdrops, And her's a poem you may know
Snowdrops
Do you know what I was,How I lived? You know
what despair is;
then winter should have meaning for you
I did not expect to survive,earth suppressing me.
I didn't expect to waken again,
to feel in damp earth my body
able to respond again
in the cold light
of earliest spring-
afraid ,yes,but among you again
crying Yes risk joy[
in the raw wind of the new world
