Copyright © Anna Nolan, 2019
Snowdrops, delicate and pale,
Carpet the entire vale
As the winter, now apace,
Loosens its robust embrace.
Milder weather drawing near,
Crocuses will soon appear –
Purple, lilac, orange, white,
They are an enchanting sight;
And when daffs erupt, we’ll all
Watch their gleeful dance – in thrall;
May means bluebells, and their hue,
Often called electric blue,
Will entrance you, make you swoon
As they drape their fine festoon
Right across sun-dappled glades,
Where they vie with verdant blades.
Later, summer blooms galore
Will delight you even more,
Their sweet scent (beyond compare)
Wafting gently in the air.
All this riot, day by day,
Simply takes one’s breath away;
It’s a wildly joyous fest:
Mother Nature at her best!