The Crocus Knows

The shift occurs suddenly,
almost without warning;
and the marrow stirs -
awakened to the moment's
possibility, and possibly,
the long-awaited.

The permeable heart,
soaking up the radiant swells,
vibrating in the center of everything;
is there now - hidden
beneath the snow-covered bank.

Knowing its time has arrived;
pushing through layers,
pressing against the inevitable -
a joyful breaking.

© 2008 Melissa Songer