Arrival Poem by Sebastian Marginean

You wonder which came first,
Spring or winter?
Spring arrives on a silent winter night.
Life sleeps beneath a cold white blanket,
Resting between snow's crust and buried seed.

Then, from its sleep, life stirs, cracks echo in the dark.
Fingers reach from under snow,
Reborn within their humble resting place.

Life kneels, rising through thawing snow,
Praying the trees and buried seeds will wake.
Urged to hurry, the giant is almost on its feet.

Now it casts its unseen form across the land,
Its torn shadow leaves behind patches of snow,
Winter has little time left.

The giant's feet, anchored in the earth,
Tenderly tapping a rhythm beneath the soil,
Life reminding trees, it's time to grow.

The trunks creak and breathe.
Birds and beasts return,
Drawn to life's sweet nectar.

You wonder which came first,
The first that wakes takes spring for its cloak.