This morning, flowers cracked open
the earth’s brown shell. Spring
leaves spilled everywhere
though winter’s stern hand
could come down again at any moment
to break the delicate yolk
of a new bloom.
The crocus don’t see this as they chatter
beneath a cheerful petal of spring sky.
They ignore the air’s brisk arm
as they peer at their fresh stems, step
on the leftover fragments
of old leaves.
When the night wind twists them to pieces,
they will die like this: laughing,
tossing their brilliant heads
in the bitter air.
I wrote this poem in February 2006 and since then, it seems to have propagated across the web like wild. 🙂 It was first published by About.com and remains on their site as part of their Spring Poems collection. The photos I took today, just a few minutes ago. Happy Spring!