Spring Poem

The winter is almost over.
Giving way to crystal-leafed buds
The crocuses know.
Blooming in late January,
Pushing their hands through tendrils of earth
They are springtime
Magnetized
Out of slumber.
I feel their hearts beat a steady rhythm
In tune with the earth,
With love,
Eternity.
This one symbol:
Crocus buds pushing through January earth
Brings hope once more to a heart in darkness.
No more waiting--
Patience is drumming again!
Strumming on an innocent lute.
The smile from an angel tweaked open,
After Christmas,
Fairies in bloom
Mothers subsume their colors
In white-purple wastebaskets
Or milk jugs hard with clay
This poem is going nowhere
Just like these crocuses--
In going nowhere,
They always get somewhere.
That's because
They have
Hope.