I love seeing the snowdrops bloom, they are such hardy yet beautiful flowers. I find this poem called ‘snowdrop’ by Ted Hughes quite strange and haunting.

Snowdrop

Now is the globe shrunk tight
Round the mouse’s dulled wintering heart.
Weasel and crow, as if moulded in brass,
Move through an outer darkness
Not in their right minds,
With the other deaths. She, too, pursues her ends,
Brutal as the stars of this month,
Her pale head heavy as metal