The crocus are
blooming
Squinting,
then unfurling
into the shy slant
of spring's pale
lemon sky.
Flocks of light blue
breezes migrating
from the south gently
mingle with warming
rays and I am
shivering from chill,
warmth, both at once.
My paper face
tilts, like purple crocus
to the western horizon.
Together,
flower and I, awaken
to the moment, fill
yawning lungs,
ready hearts with fragile
sunshine.
— Jenny Scheuch, 2013
Beautiful photos and poem, Jenny. You are a very talented writer. Purple is my favorite color and these pictures make me so happy.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jennifer - that means a lot to me.
DeleteOh my, totally envious. Enjoy. :)
ReplyDeleteSending you warm breezes Tracy!
DeleteJenny, that poem is really good. I felt like I was there in the sun with you. And your photos of the crocuses are beautiful. x
ReplyDeleteThank you. Aren't they darling little flowers :)
DeleteReading this reminds me of the warmth of spring which we will hopefully feel soon. Lovely poetry xo
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is wonderful Jenny. Our crocuses and daffodils were buried with a lovely (NOT!) blanket of snow over the weekend. Your sunny photos remind me that winter is almost OVER!! YAY!!! penny x
ReplyDeleteLovely poem
ReplyDeleteand your blooms are so beautiful.
Thanks for sharing the awakening of Spring...and life, so beautifully, Jenny.
ReplyDeletexx,
Gracie