Morning crocuses meet the season’s sky.
They mark the start of passers by.
In this, like other gardens I’ve been known to go…
the crocuses trumpet Spring’s first hello.
Some glow white against the moonlight
Others reflect the sky …
most have a beam of yellow sunlight
Right in the middle of their eye.
It seems to me that this little flower,
Is the season’s first fighter.
They burst forth from Winter…
and make the world a little brighter.
Bearing little flickers of sunlight,
they huddle across our fields…
gently turning grassy hills into meadows…
as Winter yields.
At Dumbarton Oaks they’ve burst forth in droves
coming in every color and striation that only a good horticulturalist knows.
I for one am just glad they’ve arrived..
after all, this means, all the snow we’ve survived.
So grab your trowels and seedling pods…
This Spring is sprouting as will your front lawn’s sod!
We may have lost a boxwood or two
but this is the year for your garden and you.
So gather together at the lawn care center
fill up those carts, even if your a beginner
For this is the year, the season, the weather,
We’re going to do this thing called Spring together!
If you haven’t had a chance to see all the crocus…
stop by Dumbarton Oaks and redirect your focus!
Bring a friend or a camera or two.
After all this moment is fleeting as well as early Spring too.
Well, I am off to seize the day…
which in my case might simply be photographing Spring trees along the way.
Don’t forget there are still daffodils to follow,
Hopefully I’ll come across one or two tomorrow.
I hope you enjoyed this crazy little poem.
I just made it up while sitting here at home.
It’s been a fun way to spend the last half hour…
writing about this special flower.
So there you have it, it’s all in a day
A thought, a picture, a new way to say…
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