Spring: Crocus

There is a hidden army on the rise

A covert operation, underground

And listen as you might for frosty sighs

They plot their takeover without a sound

 

But see that splash of colour through the trees?

That’s the purple coat of an advance scout

And see that swish of motion in the breeze?

That’s a bright helmet of gold sticking out

 

You may not hear the drum of marching boots

Or see the glory flags of tomorrow

But mark where bright sentinels put down roots

For there, iridescent troops will follow

 

Copyright 2008

 

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