Snow in Springtime

The weather here in the good ole' UK has been seriously odd recently, really it has! Yes, I know us Brits are well known for going on forever about the weather, but it seems that the problem is far from localized. Anyway, I was asked to write an eco-poem, so here it is:

She was snow in springtime
a snowdrop
she withered in the chill.
Now, reclined,
chilling with chilled white wine.
Born from the vine
in springtime and in winter
her coming and her passing
intertwined.