They might be flowers
of mercy
or small emblems of
the sun's

inevitable rise;
clusters of grey-green spears,
miraculously piercing last year's

fallen foliage
without disturbing
a thing.

Earth's first birth is
whiteness - one
simple dependence
from

this little
stalk -
where hope rises
with modesty,
surprise... springs!

Jacqui Thewless

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snowdrops-for-st-bridie-s-day/