Howard F. Stein’s most recent poem to appear here was “Mesas and Meadows” (January 2017)
Crocus in Winter
By Howard F. Stein
A crocus poked its head
through late winter snow,
heedless of timing
in an engulfing sea.
Why I turned my head
toward it,
I’ll never know—
perhaps I was ready to behold.
That first sign of nearby Spring. A beautiful feeling.
Perfect! Captures an epiphany precisely.