Crocus

“Crocus Abstract 16” by Linnea Tober

cold in her corm

beginning to stir

beneath blankets

receding returning

their lifeblood

to saturate soils

enabling her

late winter

morning ablutions

she reaches her

slender green arms

her petite purple hands

in envigoring stretch

overhead till they

burst through the

membrane of seasons

to clutch the brisk air

full awake and alive

mute announcement

that spring is about

to arrive that it’s time

every lifeform prepare

to refresh itself

making the most

of this calendar gift

of renewal the

chance to start over

and better than ever