Wild Snowdrops

hey snow hey mud hey five degrees below hey gardeners who call us shy and try to split us stuff that watch us go rogue up the road up spoil heaps verges ditches we’re not fussed who needs you sunshine out in the buff all night and all day Valentine’s through mid-March delicate we are so not our leaves are blades our petals pincers under the stars our avatars are tower cranes keep up spring are you even a thing we’re down here moshing up for everything our veins are anti-freeze how wild is that