Snow Drop

White paleness hangs her head so sadly

Weary from the passing year so badly

She sleeps in tears, the year searing

Into her soul

Can she ever let it go?

There is frost on her heart

There are questions of why

And lonely sighs

A stolen kiss goodbye

Her head hangs so sadly

Shaking in the winter wind,

A flower so delicate and gentle

Surviving harsh winter

Is a testament

To her inner strength and survival;

Her hidden fire within

To let go is the dream

To wave goodbye to cold winds

To be renewed in spring again.

To relish in the warmth again

To accept a touch and tender hug again.

Her inner fire can melt the frost

She must find her fire and warm her heart

She must learn to lift her head

And welcome the start

Of a newly born fresh new year,

Burgeoning with hope and exciting possibilities

The dream of the snowdrop is to love again.