Claire V. Bogdanos

At times I feel that I cannot last

Until this current winter has passed

There are no plans that I wish to make

No celebrations or birthday cake

No special outings or travel plans

Or any trips to some foreign lands

I’d rather stay here close to my home

Then venture out or decide to roam.

Now as I trek to the local store

I may find just what I’m searching for

There is a chance if I’m very good

That somewhere near in my neighborhood

Perhaps one corner under some tree

Popping through snow as bold as can be

One tiny crocus will rear its head

Promising all that hope is not dead !