Crystals of ice
Are the birth of spring
As they seep
Melting away
From the sun’s fatal ray
Buried in the ground
Moist crumbles of soil
Where the crocus
Rise from their graves
Green shoots first
Then purple heads
And the daffodils
Bloom yellow
Written for dVerse
I like the idea of the crocus rising from the grave and the sun fatally melting the crystals of ice.
ReplyDeleteI love the way your 'crystals of ice' melt into 'moist crumbles of soil' and then burst into colourful flowers.
ReplyDeleteIt is a piece of the circle of life... (maybe an arc)
ReplyDeleteOne beauty gives way to another.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to the explosion of colors !
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ReplyDeleteA lovely quick trip from winter to Spring. I can almost smell the moist soil sprouting the crocus!
ReplyDeleteWhew! I'm glad I'm commin' up Blooming yellow.
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