Snowdrops
Huddle tight to keep warm
Shiver with cold pleasure
Like winter sea swimmers
They open their desk lamps
Glowing tiny pure light
Nod heads on skinny necks
And giggle at the ground
They absorb the thin day
Then fold to candle bulbs
Whisper after lights-out
‘Stick together’ they say.
‘We will hide in full view.
Keep still. We’ll be ok’.
And they always are.