Breaking Ground
Living in the violence of spring—
living in a time
where shells are cracking
and shapes alter,
who can afford to risk
forgetting the danger,
forgetting the moment
the crocus bulb breaks ground,
never knowing whether
snow or sun or ice
awaits in warm or jagged welcome….
There are no choices here—
no careful path or
reasoned way,
no holding in reserve for
some more settled,
more propitious time,
but only the unconsidered
faith of the crocus
whose saffron petals echo
or demand the sun.
—Lynn Ungar
What is struggling to break ground in your life?
I love your poem, Lynn!