Tag Archives: crocuses

spring happens

Forget calendars Forget light, measured in axial slant or day length springĀ unfolds and is less calculation and moreĀ the yellow crocuses shout quietly under this kitchen window where I dreamed them expected but never exactly planned Advertisements

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we don’t know we are waiting

crocuses after the winter softens we don’t know we are waiting until we grow until we open and opening begin to sing sweetness

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