The Crocus

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

You haven’t been able to see it, but it has been

there all along. There, in the darkness. The harsh

times always ask us to put faith in the invisible.

I’ve watched the gaunt squirrels searching for it.

Sometimes they prevail, pressing their noses into

leaf litter and mulch. Scratching. Sniffing again.

Scratching some more. Then, they get greedy.

Often, they move on, sad and empty, but hopeful

that something else will satiate. Soon.  And, it

continues to be there, contemplating its worth

and waiting to be of some beautiful use.

I wonder what goes on inside of it when the

Earth’s embrace turns from hard and cold to

soft and warm. Surprise? Delight? A teary

emotional release?

Something like that, I imagine.

By this age, you’d think I’d know. For sure.

But, I don’t.  I will tell you, when I do.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

From "Plant Songs: New and Selected Poems"
A work in progress

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