They call me Draba verna, and I think
I’ve figured out just what that means, although
I don’t know Greek or Latin. Yes, I think
I know. I’m sure they’ve seen that in full blow
My flower’s as big and bright as my whole self,
Which, sometimes green and sometimes brilliant red,
Will thrive and multiply where nothing else
Will grow, a silver lining to the lead
Of many feet. On stony ground I bring
The clouds to earth, like mountain lambs at play;
I know the song of many a secret thing,
And lay out galaxies upon the clay.
Those names must surely signify that I
Am big at heart, big as the open sky.