It's Still Life

First Crocus of Spring

Year on year, you reappear.
Timid rebirth.
Timorously waiting
through winter’s greyscape.
And then suddenly,
first fragile beauty to bloom.
A crocus, golden eye of colour
rising fearless. Petals open.

Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt. The word for today is “timorous.” AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney