Beneath the snow lies hope and promise
of growing roots and bulging bulbs
waiting for the time to stretch
to light and life again.
Galanthus, crocus, narcissus, hellebore
These awaken and alert and impatient
Restless after deep, rejuvenating sleep
They poke through the icy blanket
Slower to wake, but longer to bloom
Anemone, iris, digitalis, primula
They lingering under the covers in the gathering light
Still sleepy, moving slowly, but on their way.
Slower still, those flowers
who stayed out late, dancing into the wee hours
Echinacea, coreopsis, sedum, dianthus
Waiting for warmth and cup of coffee to get them moving.
A community of perennials
Waiting for their season
to blossom and shine again in the sun
bringing color, beauty and fragrance to the neighborhood.
To every thing there is season
And a time for every purpose under heaven
The snow melts -- the end of the season of rest.
Now is the time to rise and dance and sing.