the coronation of spring

a vernal flower in the ides of the year

a crocus made of golden tears.

ashes spilled from winter's urn

snow is turned to slog as sun rises in the morn,

the march of spring across the winter-trodden fields

leaving gold and sun at its radiant heels.

patties frying on open grills,

until from the skies, the water spills.

a vernal flower in the ides of the year,

brief beauty that perseveres.