Autumn Crocus Poem by Audrey Heart

Among wild grass, on a fallen leaves’ carpet,
where summer’s heart has been dozing in peace,
when cranes and geese have already departed,
a little flower’s bud opens with bliss.

Its gentle shield painted with skill
by fading lilac and lavender mist,
hides in its core fragranced and trilled
honey stained lashes that dance and twist.

It blooms with power, this little treasure.
The nature’s secrets to its heart gladly cling,
and autumn becomes in its whole measure
the time of yet another spring.