You meekly poke your purple heads
Through stubborn clumps of snow
That yet persist in fallow beds
Though balmy breezes blow;
First to hail the waxing sun,
First to scent the air,
First to paint the lifeless dun
With your vivid flair.
So unassuming, small, and frail,
Yet bold beyond compare,
Alone you blaze the new year’s trail
For blooms that not yet dare.
Vanguard of awaited spring,
Heralds of rebirth,
Prophets of the wakening
Of the lifeless earth.
Your advent tells the omens true:
Spring comes! The hopeful soul
Exults to see it now renew
The world that winter stole.
Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Northwest Indiana, with his wife, Ivana, and their two children, and practices law as a civil and appellate litigator. In addition to the Society’s publications, his poems and prose works have appeared in The Chained Muse Review, Indiana Voice Journal, and other literary journals. He is also a composer, and his musical works may be heard on his YouTube channel.