Crocus
Stealthily the virus
climbs, its footsteps, shatters silence;
the loud thud, orphaned thought,
grieving for freedom
that was taken for granted,
hijacked;
flowers bloom,
breathing in the colors, thoughts freely flow,
Crocus makes life spring,
orphanage closed:
language of
mute flowers, drowning
dis-
ease
shantha hulme
#orphaned