Lady Spring has dotted snowdrops everywhere she goes…
Snowdrops.
They are one of my favourite flowers – small, delicate, fierce, and resilient. They do not fret the cold or the frost; they have a job to do, their purpose. They come to bring the hope of warmer days, the promise of rebirth, the sign of new.
Snowdrops.
They were an inspiration for the poem “Spot the Snowdrops”:
The Sun and the Moon spin cyclically on a carousel of the Universe. They don’t think particularly about the beliefs of a being in the anthill of annihilation - following orders between day and night, following orders between birth and death. Brigid and Morrigan dance vigorously on a balance of the Universe. They watch indifferently the behaviour of a being in the hive of humankind - rushing around between day and night, rushing around between birth and death. The Earth and the Sky play harmoniously on a seesaw of the Universe. They don’t ponder immensely over the existence of an earthling imprisoned in the institution of ignorance - passing by between day and night, passing by between birth and death. Stop. Spot the snowdrops. Smell the scent of spring - savour seconds between day and night, savour seconds between birth and death. Still.
Birkiverse 
Beautiful poem. Although we are hopefully still a long way from snowdrops and winter will bless us with some more of its charms. BTW, who are Brigid and Morrigan?
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Thank you. Here, in the UK, we already have snowdrops! Birgid is Celtic goddess of life, spring, fertility and Morrigan is Celtic goddess of witchcraft and death.
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