Happiness, Crocus in Snow

Written by: don munro

What is happiness but the falling away, however short, of suffering?
Would I hear the haunting, beautiful wind without 
the small spaces created by my earphones?
Would I know the joy of a child's laugh
if I didn't yearn for it to erupt from my own belly? 
The sight of the first yellow crocus
could not be so kind without the cruel snow
that tries to hide it.