when the crocus pops open
with its purple blossom
on a chilly morning

when the forsythia bursts alive
with its yellow glory
in the sunshine

I know that winter 
is coming to an end
and spring is on its way

these blossoms are always the first
to declare a hopeful message
and I smile in gratitude

be like the crocus
in the winters of your life
be brave 
push through the mud 
and defiantly bloom