fair maids of february

FEBRUARY fair maids,
All along the lane,
Dancing with the breezes,
Nodding to the rain,
Whispering tales of Springtime
Through the snow and sleet,
February fair maids,
Brave and bright and sweet.

“Snowdrops.” by Norah M. Holland (1876-1925)

There is something so perfectly formed about snowdrop flowers. Small, white without a hint of colour, I doubt if we would think so much of them if the appeared in June. But in February, they are the most treasured and welcomed of the early flowers and a  sure sign that winter is beginning to fade

Have a splendid weekend and may the treasures of your early spring be abundant.

March winds

I worried about the roof last night as the Westerly blew, announcing the arrival of March. I worried about the new daffodils that seem to meet and greet the March winds every year.
I wandered about in poetic vein at 3 am, the rafters creaking. This is what accompanied my thoughts.

March roared in-
a warrior gloved and shod in steel.
And in the dawning light
St David’s standards lay
strewn on the battlefield of David’s Day.

But to my delight, the daffodils survived the onslaught of the west wind and greeted St David’s Day with heads held high.

Daffodil Jetfire