Born in May these many years ago,
amongst lily of the valley
and gaiety of tulips bright.
I am like the crocus
enjoying first rays of spring sun
in the midst of winter’s final stance.
Assertive, I push forward
first to appear,
even when slicked with chilling frost.
During coldest of times
I burrow in found comfort.
Your arms, ready to enfold me.
Like Mother Earth,
you are my home
in every season of the year.
Written for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today Sanaa asks us to “become the embodiment of winter. Tell us what you feel during this season.” Crocus Me is where my muse took me!
NOTE: HOPE you will join us this Thursday, Jan 19, from 3 to 4 PM EST for OLN LIVE . . . OR . . . for the first time, on Saturday, Jan 21, from 10 to 11 AM EST.
You’ll find two links on Thursday’s dVerse: one for Thursday and one for Saturday. Clicking on the link will bring you to a live session with audio and video! Come meet your fellow dVersers and either read one of your poems aloud or just come to listen! The more the merrier! We’re a very friendly bunch!
lillian the home poet 
Gorgeous gorgeous writing here, Lillian! 😍 I especially admire; “Assertive, I push forward first to appear, even when slicked with chilling frost.” We should take this as an example and follow suit! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt ❤️❤️
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Glad you enjoyed, Sanaa! See you at OLN LIVE!
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I can hardly wait!!! ❤️❤️
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Wonderful, Lill:
‘I am like the crocus
enjoying first rays of spring sun
in the midst of winter’s final stance.’
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It is still so many weeks until the first crocus will appear, but your words fill me of delight that it’s coming.
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You make winter sound like a jaunt, a hoot! And so floral 🙂
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In San Diego from Jan 5 to March 9: lovely “winter” here😊
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The best kind, I imagine 🙂
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I love your wonderful poem, Lillian. Such a great metaphor! We still want to shine no matter how far along we get!
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Very clear writing. I like the warm arms she can count on. Nice one, Lillian.
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Ah the hope of Spring.
Much❤love
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A delightful read, Lillian, thanks!
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I like this. Very mother-earth-ish. Lovely.
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