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“held hostage” probably describes how you felt, too.
Yes, spring! And I think my crocuses (I want to say “croci,” though incorrect) are held hostage still too. This is a great cinquain, Stacie.
Subbing for Stacie in this poem are patient crocuses.
Spring is for cinquains. I know this now. 🙂 I noticed–suddenly–those liberated crocuses here last weekend. Hallelujah.
Hurray for melting snow and sunny skies!
I think we all see the crocuses as personifications of you after this long, snowy winter 🙂 This is a lovely cinquain, Stacie!