GARDEN BLOGGERS' MUSE DAY

FIRST CROCUS

This morning, flowers cracked open

the earth’s brown shell. Spring

leaves spilled everywhere

though winter’s stern hand

could come down again at any moment

to break the delicate yolk

of a new bloom.

The crocus don’t see this as they chatter

beneath a cheerful petal of spring sky.

They ignore the air’s brisk arm

as they peer at their fresh stems, step

on the leftover fragments

of old leaves.

When the night wind twists them to pieces,

they will die like this: laughing,

tossing their brilliant heads

in the bitter air."

- Christine Klocek-Lim

Note :  Christine is the Editor of Autumn Sky Poetry and won the 2009 Ellen LaForge memorial Prize in Poetry.  She has generously allowed permission to use her poem here for our Muse Day.






Written by Carolyngail at Sweet Home and Garden Chicago
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