POCKET SHRINK

           Occupied

Camped beneath the trees
lined up along the driveway
snow drops are rioting in my yard.
Two inches high
their droopy little heads together
they're bound in flower solidarity
withstanding every weather.
Even the mad March hare
that runs about my house at night
cannot scare these little soldiers.
Heralds of spring
they close ranks against
the blustering wind
 that, unbeknownst to it
carries the snowdrop message
spring is coming.

Bridget Harwell