Poem May 12, 1980 Issue

Bloomtime

DORINDA B. LE CLAIR

It's time for crocus blossom.
But is it time?
Will morning bring a killing frost
to maim and shrivel petaled bloom
or warmth of sun to force precarious flower?

Is first crocus mere lovely minion,
hapless prey of callous chance?
See flame of gold
nestled in icy white.
Surviving? No! Positively thriving,
shouting love to drear adversity.

Chilled by fear or grief, we also—
through understanding and undaunted love—
turn trials into bloomtime—
faith's proof of God's unceasing care.

DORINDA B. LE CLAIR

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