This First Day
This is when you know
It’s not to last…
Not December’s dark
Or January’s frigid blast…
It’s February 1st
The winter’s growing old;
Things stir
And push,
These days,
Beneath the crust of snow.
The light is stretching
Minute fingers of its glow
Into each night.
One day
In February,
Don’t be shocked
To see
A crocus
Blooming
Where you thought
No life could be.
Sandra Peasley Bush
This is when you know
It’s not to last…
Not December’s dark
Or January’s frigid blast…
It’s February 1st
The winter’s growing old;
Things stir
And push,
These days,
Beneath the crust of snow.
The light is stretching
Minute fingers of its glow
Into each night.
One day
In February,
Don’t be shocked
To see
A crocus
Blooming
Where you thought
No life could be.
Sandra Peasley Bush
