David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,602 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Crocuses - Poem by David McLansky

How gentle the first flower of Spring,
So innocent and stout
It bursts with strength the icy ring
And waves it's head about;

Its tendrils are as light as feathers
It braves the errant blasts
It dares to prophesize the weather:
Warm breezes it forecasts.

Oh little flower, how naïve
To tempt the Gods of storm,
With little wisdom you proceed;
What if you are wrong?

The ice will crown your saffron petals
Your stem will droop and bow,
And to the ground your crown will settle,
Cold frost upon your brow.

T'is best to wait that final freeze.
Oh eager flower of youth,
You may catch a cold and sneeze
And break a fragile root,

Comments about Crocuses by David McLansky

  • Susan Lacovara (2/19/2014 8:34:00 PM)

    It is this time of year, I go out in search of the first signs of Spring, my beloved circuses...your write has provided me with much needed warmth. You will find, within many of my own write, the circuses popping up. PEACE (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Lacovara (2/19/2014 8:17:00 PM)

    I speak often, of how I search for the first signs of Spring, my beloved crocus...I stumbled across this lovely poem and actually felt warmer. PEACE (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 7, 2013

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