No other flower
is quite the harbinger of spring
as the mighty crocus.
Standing just six inches tall,
these floral pioneers first appear
when the ground is still cold.
The brave buds open in vivid hues —
royal blue, lavender,
lemon yellow and
crisp white.
No sight is lovelier
than a hillside carpeted in crocuses,
an army of spring tiding.
While passersby don scarves and hats,
the jovial crocus
offers hope for warm days ahead.
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I love the words you use to describe crocuses- mighty, jovial, pioneers, crisp…they are all that!
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“An army of spring tiding…” Yes! They really are brave popping up while the world still wears winter gear!
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So grateful for these “floral pioneers” whose “brave buds open in vivid hues”. They are truly a sign of Spring and your poem is a balm for me today.
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I just saw yellow crocuses on my morning walk today, and really noticed them in a way I hadn’t before. I love how you give them center stage, honoring them as jovial pioneers. Lovely ode.
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I’ve never thought of crocuses as pioneers before. I quite love that metaphor, and now I have a newfound appreciation for their hardiness. Where are they blooming? In your yard or on a hillside you pass during your walks?
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I enjoyed how you structured the words as a poem. The impact would have been diluted if written as a paragraph. Beautiful imagery!
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Lovely! I would claim that daffodils offer stiff competition in the bravery department as well!
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So glad I took time to click and read. Such a well crafted poem about a flower that carpets my frint lawn right now!!
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I, too, saw a “hillside carpeted in crocuses” this weekend. Your writing captured the hopeful feeling they evoked.
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