As I write this we have just had our first sprinkling of snow, it’s been a pretty mild winter up until Christmas. Last winter one of our training walks for the Bay2Bay walk was around Austwick, via the Norber Erratics (I just love that name!!) It was a very grey, damp, murky day but as we walked down into the village of Austwick there was a beautiful bank covered with snowdrops, each one dripping from the rain.
This poem reminds me of that walk, I don’t know where I found it or who wrote it, it’s in a notebook of poems I have, so if anyone can enlighten me I’d be grateful. I think it’s a beautiful description of this time of year.
As morning awakes in the still grey sky
And a scamper of snowflakes rise up on the wind
Spring warmth reaches out and touches the earth
As snowdrop by snowdrop the winter ends
thecraftycreek 
Have you ever discovered who wrote the poem? My mum wrote in calligraphy and I found this poem written out by her when we cleared the house. She loved snowdrops and it would be good to know where it came from.
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Hi Gillian, I’ve tried googling the words but nothing comes up, so I’ve no idea where it came from, I can’t even remember where I found it! Sorry I can’t be more helpful
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