Steel blue door, sealed to cozy us mammals within

opens with a deep sigh—SWOOSH

a startle of cold,

a brilliant white shout, 

singing in the sun amid patchy dirt and bedraggled stalks—the fist crocus!

Grinning, chest suddenly warm with fluttering,

I make my way down the driveway, 

open the black metal box and 

slide the sheaf of slippery, tired-white envelopes into my fist.

Turn to the garden,

moist dirt under my crocs,

yes—Mega-crocus, luminous—

and a shyer violet companion!

This letter from Earth the most precious mail