Poem: Hellebore

Hellebore

Rain has loosened 

a flag on the patio,

making it rock like a raft.

For weeks we’ve had

nothing but rain;

the yard, the field, the far-off hill.

I am the Christmas hellebore,

hiding my pale flowers
under sodden leaves.

Poem: Snowdrops

Snowdrops        

in the bare earth

beneath the hazel,

a soft sleet that

can’t be swept away