Today is the day! The first crocus in my garden bloomed. Of course I must post my 2006 poem in honor of the occasion:
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.
© Christine Klocek-Lim
first appeared: About.com: Poetry, Spring Poems Anthology, March 22, 2007.