(( I think we’re all more than ready for Spring, with the Polar Vortex and the frozen hell that has swept across so much of the country this winter. One of the first signs of Spring for me, that I look forward to every year, are the Crocuses. Side note: wonder why the plural of Crocus isn’t Crocusi? 😉 In any case, this is a poem I wrote many years ago upon seeing the first Crocus of the season. I really needed to see something wonderful that particular day, and Mother Nature didn’t disappoint.))
A little, purple crocus,
Was the first sign of Spring, for me.
It poked its head up through the ground
And waited for me to see.
It knew purple was my favorite color,
And just wanted me to know,
It was sweet, like me,
And gave me a smile
When I was feeling low.
Bright orange, fuzzy stamens
Cupped inside the velvet flower,
Whispered that all was not lost,
That I was alive another hour
So I’d better make the most of it
Before the sun had flown.
To think a little, purple flower,
Could remind me
Of this simple truth,
~ C.L.R. ~ ©
beautiful foto and words
Thank you! 🙂 The photo is not mine, but the poem is one I wrote. Thanks for your visit and kind comment.
wow…love this Corina…and i love the image
🙂 Thanks, Jo. I fell in love with the photo, too. Not mine, but still beautiful.
I saw this post in my inbox a couple of weeks ago but didn’t get round to commenting. Then we were out and about the other day and I saw a whole drift of purple crocuses(? Croci?) under a tree in a park. They reminded me of you and your uplifting words, so thank you, Corina 🙂