Each year we celebrate the arrival of spring with a brilliant blue river of flowers cascading down the hill. This year we’re still waiting. Today’s storm feels like yet one more pause in the move toward spring. Truly beautiful…but…Sigh… I imagine the Scilla bulbs are swelling beneath the snow, yearning to burst through the earth in a riot of color.
April 1, 2017
Scilla Waits for Spring
Winter white returns
Our hillside Scilla river
will slumber longer
Tucked beneath the snow
Brilliant blossoms poised to burst
Scilla waits for spring
Molly Hogan (c) 2017
April 17, 2016
Nix the comfort zone 
Stunning pictures. There’s a wistfulness in your poem that I feel this year about spring. It seems to have delayed its arrival … Our blooms are just bursting out… they were about three weeks late. I like winter beauty but I do long for spring. Here’s to Ole Man Winter’s departure!
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Thanks, Alice. I’m looking forward to photographing signs of spring—if only they’d get here!
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