Snowdrops in May

When we walked past deserted tombs
decaying near crumbling fort,
in festering city filth
and in blistering August heat
We searched the marshy forests
but snowdrops eluded us.

In the windy March days
While my garden bloomed
with candy striped petunias,
and velvet lips of perfume,
and swathes of riotous colour
filled us with joy,
snowdrops still eluded us.

But yesterday,
I smiled in wondrous rapture
as snowdrops, gleaming white
emerged suddenly,
from the brown hard surround
and wafted past my lips!!

Here in the Indus desert town
in hot and dusty May
they glistened
like fresh salt pearls
gathered from the sandy deep.

And my parched soul
was filled to the brim
with the wonders of His Earth.