I woke this morning to a long, beautiful, spring-like rain and some lovely silver light. And to the happy knowledge that we had crocuses in a tiny green vase on the kitchen table.
Yes, we spotted our first crocuses yesterday (and the sweet girl found a patch that looked as though they were growing wild/belonging to no one, so I let her pick a few). The first crocus spotting is always cause for deep rejoicing in my soul. It's also cause for a crocus-sized poem. Here's this year's.
Happy leaping today!
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Thirty-two crocuses dressed up for spring
are clumped in a chorus and ready to sing.
Their melodies burst from deep inside.
Their golden throats are open wide.
~EMP, 2/28/12
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2 comments:
Oh I love the poem! I may have to print it up and save it.... put it in a scrapbook or make an unsuspecting child memorize it. It makes me feel all joyous. Thanks.
Glad you liked it! Three times makes it a tradition. If I'd been less lazy, I would have posted links to the last two years...here they are, for your crocus-y enjoyment.
Twenty-two crocuses make my heart sing.
Their small purple cups set the table for spring.
EMP 3/8/11
Dogwood buds, birdsong, and nineteen crocuses.
One wonders, in spring, how anyone focuses.
~EMP, 3/11/10
It's become tradition for me to count the number of crocuses in the first clump I see, and then I use that number in the poem. ;-)
Beth
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