The Awakening

Timidly she peeks her head

Out through the crusted snow.

And pushed bravely upward

Determined she shall grow.

So delicate, her small green shoots

Announcing coming Spring.

A glimpse of her awakening

Invites each heart to sing.

She wears a dress of yellow

Like golden ray of sun

This tiny little crocus

Births freedom, she has won!

So small, yet brave and sturdy

An inspiration, she.

If we would try but half as hard

How great we all could be!

© May B. Winkel