If we focus on the crocuses
Just nosing from the ground,
We’ll realize there’s a corner of which
Spring is just around.
Their little stems are poking up
With leaves all tucked in tight,
Just waiting to reveal their colors,
Much to our delight.
For when those purples manifest,
The season’s underway;
And crocuses will lead the dance
In Nature’s spring display.
Until that magic time, we wait
And need no hocus-pocus,
For reassurance beckons if we
Focus on the crocus.