Siberian Squill

Below frost frilled window and bud,
flick of ice puddle, slow rivulet rinse, and the green
droop of snowdrops huddled by brick edifice,
you haunt me, greet me, sweet the Midwest spring
in foreign color, purple-frost transplant supplanting
blue-eyed grass and bluebell, cozy
wink-in-the-wind flower along the quarry road,
six blue fingers waving to me
across the fray and spray of spring salt, me,
invasive species, rooted deep in comfortable soil.