First

Crocus is the Bertha

of flowers...

by the harsh 

cold nomification

and hard edge

pronunciation,

that emphasizes

labor over beauty,

breadth of sentiment

in personification

and the notion

that Rose

is also

a difficult name

to say in duration

however

germane...

it doesn't either

roll sprightly

as its scent might

from soft velvet petals

on thorned stem

in heat of summer...

The small and mighty

dust of the lowly

bloomed Crocus,

pale and lilaceous

over the crusted

evaporating snow,

weighing in

with 24 karats

dust of saffron,

most precious

gold flavored

Spring...

and I plant this

strange light bulb

into the topsoil

with great hope,

and hoarse voice

to signal

for me

the end

of winter

04.19.2024

...a favorite flower... challenge @Last