May 18, 2018
Photo by Sue Clark
A Poem by Hilde Oleson
Do not be sad, my friends
For spring will come.
I saw the living proof.
On a corner where the sidewalk ends
The tiniest crocus pushed through.
It stood there hesitantly,shivering
In the cold March wind.
I thought it would not last.
But two days later when I passed by again
I saw a splash of purple
Standing valiant in an all grey world.
That little flower blossomed all alone.
No friend to help her,
No one to say “Well done.”
It seemed to smile at me
As I bent down to pat it gently.
When I stood back up
I stood a little taller.