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