For years, I've seen the crocuses blooming in a neighborhood garden
every March. Until this year. I don't know whether there are new people
living in the house, but this spring, for all intents, there are no flowers.
I saw one white crocus trying to emerge from under the leaves,
but it didn't make it. The plant couldn't get past all the detritus
to reach the sun in time. This year, the little plot remains winter brown.
So far. I keep hoping that spring will, once again, rise from
beneath winter's brown to reach the sun.