The snow bursts our spring closed.
Crocus used to be a word for purple
spring. We’re used to calling flowers
this time of year, door stoppers.
Opening a door so we can watch
our steps. And not be still March-
shoveling. Every year we want to forget
spring arrives at the back door.
Where we lean our shovels.
Where there’s nearby bursting.
And not the snow budding.