We forget that spring comes
not all at once, in one
wide sweep of warmth
and green blanketing the ground,
but blossom by blossom,
and blade by blade,
beginning with a single
crocus creaking open
the hinges of its petals
in the chill darkness
before dawn one morning,
having sensed the barest
hint of sun still buried
like a bulb beneath
the horizon, and decided
that’s all the proof
it needs to say its own
small yes to life
in this new season.
--James Crews
[Photo of daffodils striving towards spring on this snowy April day].
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