The crocus leaps
into its life
as soon as the March
Nothing you can say
about cold nights
and Spring snows
will stop it.
Before the lake ice
cracks, before you
put away your gloves
and shovel, its
and purple petals
in the chill air.
—No, this plant
won't waste a moment
to grab at its chance.
Copyright 2010 by Brian Dean Powers
Published in 2014 by the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets
Photo by Biegun Wschodni at unsplash.com
Among the purple irises, one stalk
is bent to breaking; several slender
blue-green leaves lift
through a galaxy of billowing blossoms.
One thing rises while another
declines, and who can say why—
isn’t that the essential gesture
of everything planted here? I know nothing
with any certainty, the artist wrote,
but the sight of the stars
makes me dream. In a vase of rough
baked earth, imagine an ennobling
of all that stands from day to day,
and all that falls aside.
Copyright 2000 by Brian Dean Powers
Published in 2016 by the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets
Public Domain photo at commons.wikimedia.org