St Brigit:
Fair maids of February
Sweet Brigit's flowers
White as the milk
From Our Lady's cows,
Green as new life,
From the frozen earth springing
Bells of the snow, with
Clear frost-song singing.
Delicate ladies, white
Gowned and be-frilled,
The Swan Goddess passes -
Her footprints you fill.
In our garden the snowdrops have not fully opened yet, but they are well on their way.
