The Crocus from Winter Ballads by Gillian Grogan

Some twenty-five years ago
My mother told me that I would catch cold
On my jacket, barely closed
Out the door for the last flakes of snow

And in that snow
If I prey tell
There were such blossoms
I knew so well
That flower I loved
I did behold
And I knew with such neighbors
It would be cold

So I scooped up some snow
With shoveled hands
Barely larger than my mortal plans
I cleared the way
Or so I thought
But those petaled friends wouldn't stay for long

I sang a song
I sang them a song
I begged and I pleaded all day long
Oh how I mourned
When my friends did leave
Ne'er a farewell I did receive
Ne'er a farewell I did receive
Till springtime next
I'd wait for thee

Crocuses popping through
Unsteady till I found you
Colorful baby blooms
I've been waiting all winter
Waiting all winter
Waiting all winter
Waiting all winter

• Americana
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