When it seems like old man winter
will never lose his icy grip
dainty goblet-shaped Crocus
push through the melting snow.
Yellow, white and purple flowers
putting on their Easter finest
a colorful revival and early arrival
that fills us with new hope
welcoming the coming spring.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
Shared with Monday WRites for Holy Week and Poets United.
There are reasons for our seasons
as we watch for yearly clues
in the summer we have flowers
multicolored meadows viewed.
Then the trees turn glorious colors
dying leaves fall to the ground
before the burning bonfires end
winter’s come without a sound.
When the Crocuses start blooming
and I heed the robin’s call
spring will bring her wondrous renewal.
Good reasons for us all.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2013
I wanted to write a poem about the seasons while naming them within the poem. There were a few versions of this before I finally got the words the way I wanted them and I’m happy with the way it turned out.
A past musing shared with my friends at Poets United.
Early Crocus (Too Soon)
Deep in the earth it was time to wake
wake and bloom my place to take
sleeping all winter under the ground
waiting for spring so I could astound
sending out shoots for over a week
ready I was to have my first peek
slowly opening ready to show
only to find myself covered in snow!
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
I got this idea from the Crocus (which sometimes blooms through the snow) and this image from a Google search. The Crocus is one of my favorite flowers we used to have them in the backyard in Indiana and they always came up first.
This poem was picked to be in the dVerse~Poets Pub Analogy and I’m thrilled to announce that you can buy this book with my poem in it. Not just me, but 100 wonderful poets that I’ve written with for years. The book is on Amazon HERE.
Written with dVerse~Poets Pub.
As we settle into spring
our thoughts like seedlings
take root in the warm soil.
Our bodies sprout cravings
to awaken and spend time outdoors
with the wild things and colorful new blooms.
The crocus does not lie
the lilac bushes smell heavenly
nature from its long frozen slumber
renews all in the spring melt.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads Flash 55 and Poets United.