Crocus

With each passing week

A few more minuets of light grace us

But still I hide behind a winter coat,

I don’t want the chill to seep through

Though sometimes it does.

The day is either blue and cold

Or overcast and grey

I fear the dusk sky

As the chill sets in.

In the daylight I walk in the park

Across the grass I see a mass of warmth and colour.

Oh crocus flower

You multiply each year

Let hope keep on growing.

With your flowers of mauve and yellow

Blue and white

You give the city a little beauty

A little light.

When Jack Frost prances about at night

That nimble footed villain does what he likes

But he always seems to leave you alone,

Oh brave Crocus.

Now it is not just the cold that knocks at my door

I am touched by love and warmth,

Your love and warmth,

GOD’S love and warmth.

In late summer

The Michaelmas Daisies start flowering

In back gardens

And on waist ground.

This tough old plant giving light

As we fade into autumn,

Soon after the winter berries appear.

But you beautiful crocus

I can tell by your smile

That before too long

Calmer days will be here.

Frank Bangay

February 011