Shining Through

Goosegrass and nettles don't wait for the sun;
they're sprouting their shoots by the dozen,
crowding the snowdrops, who keep their eyes closed
to the grip of each cold distant cousin.

I, too, venture out under threatening clouds,
in my boots and my raincoat and hood.
It's the sight of the snowdrops that lightens my step;
among bad things, there's always some good.

© Celia Warren 2017