Unshaken

Everywhere I look growth is peeking
Mole holes where I planted my bulbs deep
Snow flies in not fit for keeping

Winter photobombs on spring’s illustrious pose
My one ancient crocus stands its ground
Often a single poem bears more weight than prose

Patience blooms only in the repeats of my labor
Soil unattended gives no thanks
Next year those moles will see not one ounce my favor

Meanwhile beauty elsewhere steals my vision
Deceit paints with hues and muted tones
Geese heard above heralds a promising diversion

 

Decided I like tercets today. Open link at dversepoets  on this first day of spring! We had a bit of snow earlier this week, but temps rising tomorrow, and then declining again!