Snowdrop

Now- dried pressed chaste little snowdrop,

Where has that past love gone?

Crumbled trilogy, mingled faded pages,

What kind of love was so well shown?

Diadem triplets upon charnel ground of sages,

Hemmed by fallen snowdrift, glass blown

Early white bells ring whorling tepals fresh

Again... some consciousness share depeche

Trinity... milky words flowering winter overture.

White carpets bloom green pencilled signatures,

Now–dried pressed chaste little snowdrop.