On Crocuses

America Meadows

On Crocuses

About the size of acorns,

These small beauties in my hand.

But locked inside, far from mind’s eye,

A magnificent magic awaits.


How can you be so patient

to the lights of Spring?

I sometimes find waiting for dinner

a horrendous endeavor.

Written for The Fabulous Free VErse Club @ FanStory. 

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