Snowdrop

by

McKenna Byrne

I never saw such compact beauty born
Among dead leaves at the bottom of a tree;
Like a tiny begging nun with head down-drawn,
Patient in hope and mild humility,
The pale sweet snowdrop stood for all to see.
Not many saw; the heedless hurried by
This pearled princess of nature's royalty,
Unseeing how she strove to pacify
Cruel winter's death beneath the April sky.
But winter was not done; that night, his touch,
That could not reach the summer butterfly,
Siezed the snowdrop in its crystal clutch;
And though I know all short-lived beauty's price,
I wept to see her small face cased in ice.

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