cry of the crocus

in purple white pink and yellow the crocus announces spring's arrival peeking above the bare garden ground loudly inviting the welcomed change like a visual telegram reminding us that cold and insensitive time is waning happily blossoms burst into view like nature's jack in the box surprise popping up technicolor petals delicately leafed in mortal fragility exposing their floral vulnerabilities after shades of gray days in black and white frozen nights and stiff lipped months gone now temporarily making way for the enticing passions of summer air we forget in winter before the crocus cries like a love song for the season

Janet Cannon