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 frostto maim and shrivel petaled bloomor warmth of sun to force precarious flower?

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

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