Snowdrops -- Patricia Pogson

Yesterday I walked
through the churchyard
and noticed
for the first time
the snowdrops
on the graves.
They must have been there for days
but I
was wind-blinded
huddled into myself,
so anxious
to refrain
my solitary
identity
that nothing
could touch me
that I
could touch nothing.

Source: Unknown. Approx. 1994.