Crocuses in spring

Pic by letnotyourheartbetroubled



I gaze upon the naked tree
with branches bare for all to see.
It’s waiting for the birds to sing
which shall announce the birth of spring.


The crocuses beneath the ground
are praying for the patter sound
of rain before they take a chance
to creep upstairs and take a glance.


Delighted by the wondrous sight
of clear blue skies and geese in flight;
of gurgling streams that lazily flow
and gentle whirlwinds when the winds blow.


They then put on their Sunday best
to take part in the joyful fest;
the crocuses dance, pout and tease
like colourful flags in the breeze.


Their antics rouse the buds to burst
and grass to green in little spurts;
renewed and ready to have fun
beneath the gracious, smiling sun.