The crocus
impatient for spring
surround the sleeping
daffodils
boasting their anticipated
splash of hued promise
Never subservient
despite their smaller stature
Soft bursts of cupped carpet

Not to be undone by the peaked
crocus
Slowly emerge the bright
yellow trumpets
Staring unabashedly at the sun
Dancing with the breeze
Towering over the now
wilting crocus
who silently wait
til next year.

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Christine Bevilacqua, retired school counselor lives in a blue house in Staten Island with her two cats Jaxxy and Misty and her long time boy friend. She is part of an online writing class with fellow educators. Previous works have been published in the Raven Review and Writing in a Woman’s Voice. Her work has also recently been accepted the Scarlet, Literary Journal and 1922 Review.