Crocuses

Crocuses open their bright wide trumpets

Heralds of brand new life.

Their inaudible song is filled with the hues

Of purple, orange and white.

Before them, the earth was barren and brown,

After them, it will be vibrant.

But here, while the world’s still a washed-out place,

These blossoms display their excitement.

I can’t help but notice that definite line

Of violet contrasting with beige;

There’s hope to be found even when you’ve been hit

With challenging, colourless days.

So I welcome them all with a song of my own

And we are a choir together;

I feel in my heart the promise they’ve made—

There soon will be beautiful weather.