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.
The Inevitable Hump
Fall has fell with a thump
my mood remains in a slump
my ego is bruised with a bump
I’ve become an unreasonable grump.
My hair hangs bunched in a clump
these days I look more like a frump
I need to move outta this dump
I feel like a second-rate chump.
If I were insane I might jump
as my life has resembled a sump
but I can’t lay around like a lump
I must leap this inevitable hump.
Just the winter doldrums….