Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Crocus patch in wartime

 

Survey we now our garden,
So recently sown,
Reduced to torn-earth shell holes;

Secret crocus patch I laid
For your astonished delight
Ripped by wrath from womb;

Those potentials I believed
Had promised springtime color:
Sad, silent bulbs crushed dead

Yet lift my ragged banner,
Stained by these indignities,
Hope stark hues suffice;

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