crocus, with frail blue wings

A happy blue crocus, inspired by photos that Ruth P posted on Facebook

I don’t know much about flowers. I see them and love them and take their photos with impunity. Only when friends post them on Facebook or Twitter or wherever do I make their acquantaince. Thank you Ruth for the gracious introduction to the lovely blue crocus!

Crocuses (croci?) are pretty, unassuming flowers to me. They pop up in late winter, petite and cute, but last only a short spell. They have emerged all over DC this past month. I’m going to plant a few bulbs for next year in the lonely strip of dirt in front of my house in LeDroit Park, in Washington DC.

Ruth suggested the poem I used with these etegami, a poem titled “Easter” by Joyce Kilmer, see it in its entirety below. I didn’t realize the title until after I was done with the etegami — I’m not religious, but I’m happy for this to coincide with Easter week.

The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.

Let me know which one you like the most in the comments. I think I love the last one the most, with the closed petals.