when the first crocus blooms
I feel I can breathe
the harshness of winter
no longer seizes me
the fragility of the flower
withstanding spring rain
gives me the courage
to weather the pain
the vibrancy of color
dispels winter’s bleakness
lifting my spirit
despite any weakness
I admire great oaks
and ancient mountain ranges
that weather it all
like the wisest of sages
but the crocus of spring
is resilient and faithful
giving me the hope
that I might be able.
Brad Sheppard
March 17, 2025
Holy Encounter 