Sisters

She stands by the front door
to watch the crocus
open at the first light of day

Her gaze through the window
is intense and expectant
hopeful as she prays

She steps outside
as the sun rises
to draw closer so to see

The colorful crocus
purple and white
on a stem of green

She moves to stand
alongside the crocus
to block the late winter wind

Together they’ll face
the fleeting cold
side by side as native kin

Sisters they are
on the verge of spring
waiting, wanting, longing

For life to be made new
and hope to be born
here on this mid-March morning.