Spring equinox
Upon the arrival of the spring equinox, we honor the appearance of the lovely Crocus. This is the first year I planted Crocus bulbs and they are popping their little head out in purples and whites. What a refreshing sight as we look forward to spring warmth and sunshine.
I found this poem by H. F. Gould, in remembrance of the Crocus flower. It brings my heart and mind to…HOPE.
Down in my solitude under the snow,
Where nothing cheering can reach me;
Here, without light to see how to grow,
I’ll trust to nature to teach me.
I will not despair–nor be idle, nor frown,
Locked in so gloomy a dwelling;
My leaves shall run up, and my roots shall run down,
While the bud in my bosom is swelling.
Soon as the frost will get out of my bed,
From this cold dungeon to free me,
I will peer up with my little bright head,
And all will be joyful to see me.
Then from my heart will young petals diverge,
As rays of the sun from their focus;
I from the darkness of earth shall emerge,
A happy and beautiful Crocus!
Many, perhaps, from so simple a flower,
This little lesson may borrow,
Patient today, through its gloomiest hour, We come out the brighter tomorrow.
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