Patiently Waiting

covers of white

hibernation

patiently waiting

sun warms

snow melts

peeking

stretches of green

reaching

blooms burst

spring has sprung

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The first year we moved into our home I planted crocus bulbs below the bay window.

One can never tell when spring has truly sprung

unless one listens to Mother Nature.

She is the surest sign. 

The crocus is my little announcer.

Never failing to shout out the first signs of spring

and always doing so with such splendor of voice.

I have not witnessed the beauty of this year's blossoms

as of yet... but soon.

Very soon.

 

For now I will allow the crocus to lead

and I will act as he

and be patient,

for all good things

are worth waiting for.