I’d like to narrow my focus
dedicate this post to the humble crocus
harbinger of spring
every heart that thrills to the joy
of burgeoning spring knows nature’s sly ploy
in erasing winter
snow crocus shine pristine white,
gold, mauve and purple in pale, watered light
of imperceptible warmth
giant crocus follow and soon
strong, sleek and silky they glow under moon
open wide for the sun
too quickly they fade away
replaced by the more voluptuous, outre
blooms of spring and summer
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About hortophile
I am a very opinionated, slightly obsessed gardener with decades of experience in the retail nursery industry. A lucky resident of the "Wet Coast" of British Columbia I tread a muddy path between practicality and beauty, with my veggie patch, herb garden and fruits vying for position with the beautiful trees, shrubs and flowers that I can't resist. DON'T ask me to choose between them!
I believe in environmental responsibility and common sense.
I’d like to narrow my focus
snow crocus shine pristine white,
giant crocus follow and soon
too quickly they fade away
Author of the poem? Please give the name! Loved this post with the bits of poetry next to the crocus pics. Lovely.
That’s me…working on my versatility. Thanks Julee!
I really enjoyed the poem. Good for you — if you’re that good at everything I’d hate you in person (joke)!
I’m really bad at sewing…:)
Lovely photos and poem! We are heading to autumn so I had to stretch my imagination
I was about to ask who wrote the poem…hey creative spirit as well as green fingers
PiP
I think most gardeners have a creative spirit. Appreciation of colour, form, cadence etc. I like music too, though I’m not especially musical!
Thank goodness you can’t sew!
I can. And sing — I do sing, so I guess the moral is we’re all good at some things and not as good at others. But you sure seem awfully accomplished!
How beautiful those yellow crocuses are (and I’m not surprised they moved you to poetry). I’d love to get more yellows, but the birds just team them apart… sigh.
I have tons of birds here because of the greenspace behind, but they don’t eat my crocus, thank goodness. My blueberries, on the other hand, are devoured!
Beautiful poem, beautiful flowers. I spotted my first crocus blooms today. I hope this cold front doesn’t nip them tonight.
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