How do you know, deep underground,
Hid in your bed from sight and sound,
Without a turn in temperature,
With weather life can scarce endure,
That light has won a fraction’s strength,
And day put on some moments’ length,
Whereof in merest rote will come,
Weeks hence, mild airs that do not numb;
O crocus root, how do you know,
How do you know?
~Thomas Hardy from “The Year’s Awakening”
Only a handful of days with temperatures over 50 degrees F and the ground begins to crack with sprouting bulbs. They are emerging early, sadly misled that winter is done. In any case, it is glorious to see them. I won’t be surprised to hear the peepers starting their night chorus before long.
The year awakens despite the darkness when I leave for work in the morning and the darkness when I return. We are turning a corner, staggering and bleary-eyed, emerging from the underground, preparing to face the light.