Daffodils on a Snowy Sunday

'The woman came again with daffodils
She set a jar on the sill'

George Mackay Brown 

The snow came as predicted,
Borne in as a haze of light flurries
Across the Meadows.
Thickening to waves of wet flakes,
To fall on  paths and grass 
In a melting dampness,
Leaving no sign of their being,
Save small pockets in sheltered hollows
Amongst the stones, 
Of crystal rain.