You emerge quietly, gentle,
in the dreary grey of winter.
Little bell, white petals,
with a touch of green kisses on the edge.
Your scent is a whisper that sweetens the air.
Tangible, spring slowly revealing itself,
after a long, cold wait.
I see you in the twilight of the morning,
bowing your head, thanking the earth.
You bring no swift bloom,
but a promise of all that is to come.
And perhaps it is in your fragility,
that your strength is revealed,
not by blooming in full glory,
but simply by being.
To remind us:
even in the smallest moments,
a new world can begin.
