snow

We have several inches of snow on the ground already, and the forecast is for more today.
I'm reminded of this wonderful poem by Ann Weems:

I was surprised
in January
by a crocus growing
right outside my kitchen door:
a splotch of spring
that burst through winter's veil.

Surprised again--
in just two weeks
I couldn't find
the crocus for the snow,
fresh fallen,
the last laughter in winter's fling.

It is buried now,
my crocus;
hidden, but not forgotten,
for I know it's there...
hope growing in winter,
shalom beneath the snow.

Hope Growing in Winter by Ann Weems