Dennis Price

Alternate Crocuses By The Road

Purple pointed crocuses shoot up through grass,
The ground’s heart warms in the sun as cold nights pass.
Spring peaks its head above the green like a flirt,
Purple periscope looking above the dirt,
No snow, no frost, no fire, it’s time for desire. 
Magically calling cold night a liar.
The corm, the heart underground is still alive
Eternal passions through winter do survive.
New each year, once again, as it did before,
As when they open and hold emotion’s eye,
Their petals find the embrace of the spring sky.


Copyright 2022 Dennis Price

Bio:

Dennis Price was convicted of lack of punctuation and spelling larceny and currently resides in Dyslexia Prison with his wife, daughter, son and 2 cats.

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