First Crocus

Soon the crocus will be sprouting All the vibrant colors shouting Leading the parade of Spring First to blossom, heralding Picking posies for someone See her smile like the sun Soft and warm, so beautiful Yet brighter than the moon when full Radiance beaming from her face Envelops me in its embrace Captivates this heart of mine Causes my inner light to shine Bursting forth an unseen flame At the mention of her name Bluebirds, lilacs, hints of love Feathered petals from above