An Ode to Crocuses
This year, more than ever, the world held its breath for spring.
Now that it is truly here, I feel the rushing out of breath held in too long
And the deep satisfying inhale of fresh air, rich with smells of thawing earth.
The soil bursts forth with life that lay coiled
And now thrusts upward to meet the returning sun.
The glorious trumpeting of crocuses heralds the warm spring rains
That have come to awaken all that lay below.
The rich hues and vibrant petals are harbingers of honey to come.
The bold tulips will gratefully parade along the pathway the crocuses have cleared.
And I shall sit in the shade and be glad for it all.