A blur of color in the wind *

Today was the first day of Spring, and things are certainly starting to move in our little garden!

On the weekend I was delighted to find that this slightly sinister, yet mysterious and beautiful, bloom had emerged overnight from its green cowl ....






I don't know what it is .... any suggestions?













I also found this spring-themed poem, by Christine Klocek-Lim, called 'First Crocus':

This 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.


* Today's post title is from the poem 'The Flower Garden' by Wayne Jarus