The crocus leaps into its life as soon as the March melt begins. Nothing you can say about cold nights and Spring snows will stop it. Before the lake ice cracks, before you put away your gloves and shovel, its slender stem and purple petals ascend defenseless in the chill air. —No, this plant won't waste a moment to grab at its chance.
Copyright 2010 by Brian Dean Powers
Published in the 2014 Wisconsin Poets’ Calendar