Crocus Poem, Crocuses
When the winter ice recedes
And through the grass is showing
Straight and sharp as cutting teeth
The crocuses are growing
Icy winds and concrete set
God knows what you have done
In darkness you were blinded yet
You turned towards the sun
But she had held you for a time
And willed you to the air
That you might make a blanket sweet
To show us she was there
When the winter ice recedes
And through the grass is showing
Straight and sharp as cutting teeth
The crocuses are growing
Writer/s: Hutchings, Nicol