Spring bulb # Louise Gluck

Waited with seminal pose
The dormant    
A hidden self    
locked in the cold  
I would welcome the warmth  
That resting prolapsed  
Did you bring the cold  
A permafrost masked  
To stunt awakens lay  
To hold and not release the bud  
The new growth from the corm  
Its green to unfold  
Insects in burrows like hermits  
A commitment to industry  
The spring brought its work ethics  
Earths nurcher and nature of raising  
Warming arms come to chase  
The first kiss    
The pout that god made  
Verdant feelings rising    
Its flower bud just formed  
A thin winter coat  
A cover for the festival  
From small and brown and underground  
The blossoming of hope
But question our longevity
The bridges burned in winters heat

(inspiration poem "Snowdrops")