First CrocusThis morning, flowers cracked open
the earth’s brown shell. Spring
leaves spilled everywhere
though winter’s stern hand
could come down again at any moment
to break the delicate yolk
of a new bloom.
The crocus don’t see this as they chatter
beneath a cheerful petal of spring sky.
They ignore the air’s brisk arm
as they peer at their fresh stems, step
on the leftover fragments
of old leaves.
When the night wind twists them to pieces,
they will die like this: laughing,
tossing their brilliant heads
in the bitter air.
©2007, Christine Klocek-Lim
While visiting Dog's Eye View tonight I discovered a brand new photo meme called Camera Critters. Of course I knew I would have no problem finding pictures to post for this meme. 
Here is my first post of Sweet William in the greenhouse. To enjoy other Camera Critters go here.
I always love those first sunny spring days when you can get out in the garden to unearth little plants, examine the damage from winter, empty the water out of barrels, and prune roses. 
It was also a good day to plant some pansies and enjoy their colorful "faces." 
The ever ending task we have is raking pine needles.... 
and more pine needles. 
Even though these came from the grocery store it was nice to enjoy the beauty of a bouquet of tulips while resting my weary body at the end of the day.
To find other weekend snapshots go here.
