First sign of spring!
Cheery face greets the morning.
Burmel earth fought against quite forcefully
But dear crocus, despite restraint, prevailed in glory.
Open yawn, breathing deep
Welcoming tender kiss from the sun
She relishes the warmth alone, while all the world is still asleep.
The ground is riveting with life beneath
I wait impatiently with rigid expectancy
One by one they make their appearance
Some purple, some blond
Then my favorite, the striped ones.
Short lived they may be, but love plenty the receive
Once gone, I am grieved but the fleurs which follow
Bestow joy, and sweetness abundantly.