Because I Have a Crocus
Because I have a crocus,
I take out the Old English
And go to town
On that wooden picture frame.
I wipe deep
Into ancient grain
She sucks it up
And shines again.
Because I have a crocus growing,
I rush into Spring
A winter of dust to clean.
The light is bright at noon.
Genevieve H. Abbot is a retired theater teacher, living
in Oak Bluffs, who spends some volunteer time at the
Animal Shelter of MV and Rising Tide.