Longer Days
The light now lingers longer
as February prepares to slip away.
The snowdrops, that speared the soil
to herald Epiphany, are now grown tall,
their white-capped heads more bowed
in deference to the brown-edged rest they favour.
As they fade and fall, spring rises up
the sap awakes and stirs in leafless branch,
Bulbs unseen, pulse again and suck
their strength from fruitful soil.
While new life resounds, the snowdrops
close their eyes and drift away,
to fall asleep until another New Year’s Day.
