light reflecting, purest white amongst the frost-damp sparkling grass as if sun-shy their heads faced down beneath the coppiced hazel wands about to burst their dormant buds and lamb’s-tail catkins twirl within the breeze hinting early springtime growth within the sheltered woodland glade. Alas, before the equinox announces spring brave-heart winter snowdrops know their spirit-lifting days will shortly go and dwindling down their flowers gently fade. Mary Hale