Please don't allow your children to stamp deliberately on the beautiful crocuses poking through the earth. They are just minding their own business, struggling against the elements - the last thing they need is a giant trainer landing on them. Thankyou.
by Christine Klocek-Lim
This morning, flowers cracked open the earth’s brown shell.
Spring leaves spilled everywhere
though winter’s stern hand could come down again at any moment
to break the delicate yolk of a new bloom.
The crocus don’t see this as they chatter beneath a cheerful petal of spring sky.
They ignore the air’s brisk arm as they peer at their fresh stems,
step on the leftover fragments of old leaves.
When the night wind twists them to pieces,they will die like this:
laughing, tossing their brilliant heads in the bitter air.