a showing forth of green,
of points that pierce the dark and frozen soil,
promising a future rebirth.
slender stalks appear,
bearing green-veined buds,
translucent globes pledging light’s return.
the white ladies let down their skirts,
to dance in the wind, to lighten woodland slopes
and garden beds, to ring with hope
the bells of Candlemas.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Elizabeth Horrocks
pleased to hear them.