Snow drops in blobs.
It catches my eye as I pass the window.
I look out more intently, and see snow drops of another kind. Green shoots poking, strong and brave, out of ice soil, down between the ragged herbs sleeping dormant.
I think I see a bloom or two!
I must retrieve a treasure! I scoot out dodging snow blobs, and pluck them: one, two.
An extra bonus for the Resurrection Day table. Two harbingers of hope.
Nearly buried and unseen.
Had I passed this window two minutes later I wouldn’t have seen the barest sign of their being.
But still they would have been there. Life hidden but true.
Sooner or later, hope will out. Like snow drops rising.