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Crocus in Winter


02.13.17 Posted in today's words by

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.



2 Responses to “Crocus in Winter”

  1. That first sign of nearby Spring. A beautiful feeling.

  2. Perfect! Captures an epiphany precisely.

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