The Release of Winter

I set paper-white bulbs into
one dollar glass jars
imprinted with decals of lemons
and the word juice in bold script

under the weight
of a few flowers their stems
sag and lose hope,
stoop down to view
their roots—

now crocuses
poke out of snow patches,
part the brown grass, insist
on a display of bravado

a revival

preachers
promising
renewal






April—National Poetry Month
PAD Day 1 Arrival Poem