~ Purple Crocus ~

A little, purple crocus,
Was the first sign of spring, for me.
It poked its head up through the ground
And waited for me to see.
It knew purple was my favorite color,
And just wanted me to know,
It was sweet, like me,
And gave me a smile
When I was feeling low.
Bright orange, fuzzy stamens
Cupped inside the velvet flower,
Whispered that all was not lost,
That I was alive another hour
So I'd better make the most of it
Before the sun had flown.
To think a little, purple flower,
Could remind me

Of this simple truth,
I've known.
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2007