They're Here - Are We Listening?

Mid-February these little green nubs

poked their heads through pebbles.
Then in six days blossomed into

crocus, called by my Mother
Earth's most welcomed flower.

Reminding me of babies,
new children of Earth,
come here mouths open to be fed.

Wait. What if they're here to tell us things instead?

We're the ones to be fed.
Are we listening?

-Dawn! The Good News Muse, 23 Feb. 2011