The City Crocuses
Up they come—the yellow ones
fierce as fighters and the purples shy and tender
wind funneling up from the river
blasts me in face and throat, winter gone,
and there’s more, the walk to the subway today
made me smile
because others were smiling
secretly to themselves, a few caught my eye
and said something grateful
about winter being over—
soon along Riverside Drive daffodils lilacs cherry
but for now the tiny snowdrops alyssum crocus
decide to stop waiting
they flex their little legs, they push
and divide the dirt and up they swim
This is the poem that impelled me to buy Suskin Ostriker’s newest collection, Waiting for the Light, back in February. When the crocuses began sprouting a few days later, I thought of it immediately.
April is National Poetry Month, and I am sharing poetry here on Fridays this month, as I do every year.
cakes, tea and dreams 
Ah, doubly lovely!
The crocuses have been a welcome sight in this never-ending winter!
Yes, they have!
Oh I love this! Especially since I know to where she’s referring!
Yes, me too!
Lovely photos…& thoughts.