A Spring Wish


We are very lucky here at Brooklyn Herborium to work with Herbal Crafters who are also passionate and talented artists, writers, poets, singers, bakers. Raisa and Krista are two of them and we’re happy to share their work.

Poem by Raisa Imogen Illustration by Krista Dragomer


For months, underneath layers of snow,

the roots have rewired themselves.

Now they reach for something I only know how to call light,

or maybe we can call it love, though I’ve never known

a love like this one:

crocuses poking out from grey slush,

pushing through empty potato chip bags, empty bottles, discarded styrofoam.

I catch the purple blooms though

the blackened bars of Central Park’s gate.

It’s a normal day, and by normal I mean full of joy & pain

& human stumbling. I am having human thoughts:

rent & heartbreak & how best to cut an onion.

I guess sometimes we grow too fast at the edges,

add too much slack to the rope.

Just a few days earlier, caught in my own unfolding

I googled, “the science of blooming,”

learned how the instabilities in cells

are what shape the roots, bend the tissues

like fish tugging on a fishing pole.

At the end of the day

there is no reason for those flowers emerging

except quiet grace

and maybe the reminder to look,

for there are so many reasons

to stay beneath the ground.

Still, something beckons

for us to come forward:

warm water rising to the surface,

an elastic wire coil, a dancer’s leap.

I wake to a mid-April snowstorm

and think of rising.