Crocus





(Poem by Keith Wallis of Wordsculptures blogspot)

The silent sound of Spring

The first chorus of Spring:
a rising voice,
a surprise of colour.
A choir of crocus
soprano above the greyness
of tired Winter’s retreat.
Like a nest of newly hatched blackbirds
beaks agape, begging for food
these yellow petals reach out
for the early sun.
Now, green blades rise
from the death of earth -
a promise of Easter’s repair
for a broken world
and the return
of a God
who never went away.


Read more: http://wordsculptures-keith.blogspot.com/

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