The photo I took last Sunday at Smith College. The line to get into their flower show went down the block, so instead of waiting I walked around the grounds and admired the snowdrops and crocuses.
Here's an ode to those tiny white flowers, the first to appear at this time of year.
Galanthus nivalis
It’s been a hard winter.
As the new season breaks
open—like always—I kneel
to see your face unfurl.
If I believed
in time, stones and perfection
I wouldn’t need
your petals’ curl. But I don’t—
and I do—so
I seek you out, even though
my loss of you begins
as soon as you appear.
