The crocuses come early – even before the snows have finished.
Some are lovely in their vibrant perfection,
Round cups that fill with light.
They are here to remind us that spring is near.
But my favourite crocuses are the ones
That speak of the struggle to push up through the soil;
They are covered in earth;
They are tatty and battered
But there is a fierce beauty
In their vulnerability
As they gracefully bow down like petalled lampshades.
They are here to remind us of life:
Our fragility, our broken wings, our beauty.
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