Spring Eternal

There’s a promise in the crocus,
there’s a hope that I can see,
as she pushes through the frozen ground
with such tenacity.
Her delicate soft petals
defy the wind and frost.
All through the polar vortex,
her battle wasn’t lost.
Determined to reach for the sun,
she focused on one thing;

our coldest, harshest winters
still lead us to the spring.

crocus

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