Spring

The cold dark
Silence
Is breaking

Old tree
Stripped of 
Green clothes

These soft buds
Will bring you
Back to life

Spreading along 
Your branches
Like tiny pink
Fireworks

Beard fluff
To welcome 
A brand new day

Frost gives up
Its anxious clutch 
On everything

Your time is up
Dear frost
Melt away now
And let gentle
Warmth
Replace you

Bare earth
Once hard and cold
Softens

As tiny shoots
Break its
Long sleep

Push, push, push
The shoots and seeds 
Rise together 

Like underground dancers
Like miners buried alive
Channelling their course
To the surface of the earth

They heave 
Til they can breathe
And finally 
Look sun in her
Radiant eyes
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Nests are spun in trees 
And high bushes
From random assortments
Of stuff

A feather here
A stick there
It’s all worthy
Construction material
For a temporary home

Once concave enough
Fragile eggs are laid
Inside them
And warmed til 
Pink, wet, feathered
Creatures emerge
Like aliens 
In a brave new world

Their eyes struggle to open
But life is helping
They look out, from the nest
And everything is alive

Trees covered in pink buds
Now coated in shiny
Verdant leaves

Sun streaming through
Branches and bushes
As though it just can’t
Touch enough of the world
In every precious minute

Flower fields
Of every colour, 
Size and shape
Imaginable
Thriving under the spotlight 
Of radiant sun and sky

Air, thick and fresh
Full of possibility

Bees, humming
And bobbing 
From one flower head
To the next 

Happily transporting
The stuff of life
On their plump little thighs

The baby bird’s
Eyes are wide 
To the world

The richness of life
That has sprung
From cold and dark
And silence

This perennial play
Whose message is
That even when
Things seem grim 
And grey
Life can change
Completely
And everything
Becomes possible
Again