58. February 27th
Snowdrops scattered about
The frost ridden ground.
Kindled lovingly by the sun,
They hint at the coming of spring.
Yet frost, wind and cold are to come,
Will they stand strong throughout?
Or wither at the premonition of danger,
Like cowards running to a cave.
The inkling of spring that we see,
May fall at winter’s last attack.
Though we think spring is coming soon,
Are we just fools caught in winter's trap?