To a Snowdrop

I had a beautiful early spring (I know, wishful thinking) walk along the Grove by the River Esk and it was just lovely to see the snowdrops out.

It’s coming to my favourite season of the year, Spring, when everything bursts into life, and with the anticipation of a summer to come.

Did you know that one of our greatest poets, William Wordsworth (1770-1850) wrote a poem about snowdrops:

TO A SNOWDROP

Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they
But hardier far, once more I see thee bend
Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend,
Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day,
Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay
The rising sun, and on the plains descend;
Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend
Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May
Shall soon behold this border thickly set
With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing
On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers;
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
And pensive monitor of fleeting years!