Still sleeping safe beneath the ice-bound soil <br />Lie bulbs, embedded deep within the earth, <br />Awaiting, so expectantly, the birth <br />Of brave green growths, which frost can never spoil <br />With all its bitterness, for they have strength <br />To forge on upwards, tempted by the light <br />That faintly floats above them in the height <br />Of afternoon, now day extends its length. <br />These stems will prosper, swell and start the race <br />To reach, at last, the moment we desire, <br />After their struggle with harsh winter’s hours, <br />When they will garnish gardens with the grace <br />Of golden daffodil, red tulip’s fire <br />And pure-white snowdrop, finest of the flowers.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sonnet-on-spring-bulbs/
