Categories literature poetry seasons writing crocuses Post author By aayoung Post date March 12, 2015 1 Comment on crocuses now comes the inevitable onslaught of springtime poems as the poets realize they are in fact not dying Share this:FacebookLinkedInWhatsAppTumblrEmailRedditTwitterPinterestPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Tags Living, poetry, rebirth, spring ← the unbearable lightness of shaving → indifference One reply on “crocuses” Oh…now that one funny verse…well at least to me. 🙂 Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.