Sweet Belles Of Nature.

The snowdrops hang their heads in white
In the early morning sun
And though their life is fairly short
Its only just begun

So delicate and beautiful
Enmass on forest floor
They brighten up a strangers path
To make his spirits soar

They are the beauty on a bitter dawn
When skys are grey and full of snow
Standing proud in small white clusters
Against the winds chill blow

Here but for a short time
Their beauty rules supreme
These tiny belles of nature
That dance upon a dream.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2007-03-04 at 13:20

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A very nice scene your poem presents here penfold, the first signs of spring to me, the blue bells mingling witht the white of dancing snowdrops, does make a glorious walking companion for any woodland stranger. I lived on the boundary of a wood once and it was just as you describe. Lovely title too. Smiling at you, Tai
2007-03-04