With golden glow cupped in fragile vases
shy crocus blossoms whisper to our eyes –
quiet gentle images wait for us to hear
good news: the cold gray season is departing.
The memory of brighter hues awakens:
sister angels spread their petal wings,
tips of bare branches swell in anticipation,
flecked with green promise to unfold.
With crocus herald message sent and seen,
the tired blossoms wilt to well-earned rest,
until they’re called again to give us joy
and start another cycle of renewal
with one more welcoming of Spring,
or does it mean one fewer?
– Peter Schmidt (April 2021, rev. March 2023)
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