Saturday, February 4, 2012


“Saffron” © Mike Absalom

Within her brown
corm
the crocus sleeps
winter long
until spring and impatient
time
pluck her dreaming
from the earth
and she flowers.

What is this
sadness
in the sunshine
And in the
vigorous movement of bees?
It is the cultivation
of saffron.

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