Spring Crocus

 

Spring Crocus

 

Blue, the deep blue, of cold

Is inviting, deceivingly so,

With its bedazzling nature

Offering erroneous promises of apricity;

A very inviting vow

of warmth –

That indeed, is more for the soul

Then it is for old hands

Or frigid fingers that no longer

Care, nor dare, for subnivean affairs.

And instead, are satisfied to hold

A hot cup of tea and cherish

The warmth of home (with a large portal)

So, to view the coming breath of Spring

Along with her life’s fevers;

While flying purple banners under a deep blue sky

Exalting rebirth, love and the Spring crocus.