Crocus do not worry

 Crocus do not worry 

Pushing through thawed ground

Peeking out through holes they make

Covered by frozen dew of dawn

Or downright burdened by late flurries

In frosty opposite of Indian summer

They endure to welcome tulips bloom

In a season of changing winds that crack

Two days forward, one day back

Changing wind rippling Brady's lake

Back and forth the ducks skim over

Following the warming sunlight potion 

By any means it will arrive

And not disturb the squirrel nesting

Nor stop the light of life from rising

Shadeless trees of southern breeze

Dreams of summer's leafy tease

It will all make sense in the end 

Though nature sometimes  gets ahead of itself

It somehow straightens itself out

Without human interference 

At the confluence of winter and spring

March 19, 2024