Saturday, April 4, 2015

CROCUS

 
 
These humble crocus rise again in my front garden, a yard-wide patch of rough dirt between sidewalk pavement and house foundation. I see in them the inspiration for primitive human mind's invention of resurrection. When I really take in their mindless perseverance, their startling color and their unconscious beauty, I am humbled. They will not seek to destroy life. They will not degrade the whole planet. They give themselves to human and bee alike. 

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