We hang on to hope
There's a snowdrop in our garden
just the one
it shakes and shivers, frail stem quivers
and a Christmas rose, tinged pink
some plants in pots, astonishing
still in flower.
Passion fruit, orange eggs,
decorate the wires
and there's pineapple sage, bright scarlet
all of the bush ablaze.
When the world's out of kilter
so much amiss
flooding and fire, deaths, disaster
our planet trying to tell, with visions of hell
children marching to save us
in spite of it all
stupidity, mindless greed
we hang on to hope
it's human to hope
to smile for the snow white flower.
15th January 2020 Hounoux
Absolutely connecting with my first sighting this year Sally, walking, reflecting, struggling to block thoughts of troubled times and celebrate the now. Suddenly a small clump of snowdrops cuts straight to the heart, a symbol of hope, an unexplained moment of excitement and pleasure. Great poem to open 2020 x
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