Buried in the soil
the fertile corm
nests quietly,
 sprouting
nourished
in the darkness,
growing
immanently
toward the light

we too
are sometimes buried,
hidden
deep
and cold,
 in the icy walls of
 our doubts
our fears
our creative stories

the ego mind
says, show me now,
then NOW!
s c a r e d   t o   d e a t h
of all it cannot see,
playing tricks on us
seducing illusions
convincingly flooding
the mind

the warrior crocus
w  a  i  t  s  
with no trace of the light it seeks,
simply being a crocus
invisibly budding
invisibly sprouting
quietly growing
toward
all it cannot see

her hard frozen home
our hard frozen thoughts,
her veiled sprouting
our mysterious nudges,
bit by tiny bit
second by second,
she grows in darkness
we grow in darkness
as we wait

in our dark cold nights
days
months,
 we too are
 sprouting
healing unseen wounds
called to waiting
trusting
solely What we cannot see

concealed for months,
in one unexpected
splendid moment
 we witness a wondrous cluster
 of golden hues
effortlessly
popping through
the cold crusted earth
 as if from a distant world

the poignant
short green spears
serenely point
the way
to a Higher Realm
far
f  a  r
beyond the fading
gray-blue winter sky

her vibrant petals
and lush green spears
joyfully reveal
 Spring greeting us again
as we are reminded
of Promises
fulfilled,
for her
and for us

© Carol Alleman 2008