Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Crocuses

So it is spring
though cold:

The crocuses already
in their prim-planted rows
in their neat-bordered beds
unfold

Such tender insides --
what white assurance, what
fearless blue --

The crocuses already
(tender, bold)
open like eyes
like hearts

though there is snow foretold

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