In the hush of winter’s breath, they rise,
Snowdrops, gentle heralds of the thawing skies.
Their petals whisper tales of night’s retreat,
In the silent woods, where frost and springtime meet.

Beneath the snow’s embrace, they softly bloom,
Brave against the cold, defying winter’s gloom.
Their tender grace speaks of hope reborn,
In the quiet dawn, where dreams are gently worn.

Each fragile stem, a testament of light,
Emerging from the shadows, pure and white.
Carrying the promise of the sun’s return,
In their silent dance, the heart’s desires burn.

Snowdrops, in their subtle, fleeting grace,
Mark the passage to a warmer, kinder place.
With every bloom, a whisper of spring’s song,
In their presence, winter’s days seem not so long.