Ground is swelling silently
With a new vitality.
Preparation for the time
When added warmth sublimely
Nudges shoots, underpins soil
With rootlets, first oiling
Tiny buds in cradled branch.
After winter's melt they chance
A peeping look at brighter
Days, when sun heightens, fights
Remaining cold and boldly
Marshalls growth. Yet even now
We discover early, thrusty
All impatient leaf, bustling
Forth alone, and if we look
Around we see sleep forsook
The braver flowers, like snowdrops.
Heads now bent low in floppy
Style, beguiling us with white.
Yes, winter is ending all right.!
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What a lovely positive write! Your bright spirit is present in every line of your lyric poems. Shine on, Fay. Love, SandraX
Such a beautiful image of transition and those impatient flowers and leaves that peeped too early. It reminds me of a beautiful children's story book called The Little Old Lady in the Strawberry Patch. It was her job to paint the strawberries each year and of course, as happened in your poem, her timing was out and the snow came and her strawberries disappeared... I particularly liked your line '...first oiling /Tiny buds in cradled branch.' A lyrical poem. Love Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A lovely poem Fay, I do enjoy reading poems about the spring. Best wishes, Andrew
Nature starts again and summer will soon be here...lovely piece Fay....
Natures life cycle begins again and theeye reaps thebenefits thankyou for sharing this Fay 10 +++ Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful evocation of the coming of Spring and the renewal of everything. Possibly, my favourite time of the year - and you have captured it perfectly.