Above,
the blue sky stretches
while trees in winter greens
sleep quietly and long ago souls
watch the ice crystals craze
the boughs, and
shadows lengthen
revealing an artist’s palette
of sugary earth and autumn browns;
And under the rotting foliage
faithful creatures hide
sheltering from the
biting cold.
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The earth breathes again as
skeletal branches reach
to the warming sun and beneath
the mouldering rot, tiny bulbs
and seeds are seeking resurrection.
Roosting above a few birds
wrestle the silence and,
as other whisperers awaken,
begin their wondrous melodies.
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Garnered garlic lined paths and
astonishing drifts of bluebells,
shine amidst the dappling woodland.
Tiny anemones speak out for joy
as the moss carrying birds
dance for their future
and fertilised eggs
are snugly warmed from
the Spring chills.
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Violets smile at the light,
And victory is everywhere
burgeoning and growing
anointing the earth
with vitality and painting
a carpet of yellows, blues,
purples, and above
the fresh green grows
stealing the light.
And the souls of the trees
watch as life is
quietened below, fostering
fruitfulness on high,
shouting to the world
our lives matter and
our rhythm is to be
guarded and beauty
defended.
