Snowdrops always make my heart sing. One day they aren’t there and the next blooming. Pushing through the cold winter ground they fill me with hope, remind me to stop and listen to my breathing for just a moment or two. Moments that I can close my eyes and return to when needed later in the day.

first snowdrops
the knot in your hair
that the wind wove

Paul Conneally
Loughborough
January 2019