The first crocuses came up early this year.

Through winter's frost you could see their purple and white heads

     peeking timidly through the shrouding leaves

          which covered them.

As eager and trusting as they are every year,

They wait till the earth's inner clock

     bids them make their appearance,

     then rise like sleepy children

     and stretch out to the light above,

Sure of themselves,

Sure of this inner timing that calls them to arise

     in confidence and trust,

Bowing in grace,

In carefree surrender,

Emerging from an innocent earth

     that makes all things new.

 

Poetry Section -  Poems for an Awakening Earth