New season

‘Tis the time of year
when thoughts of love inspires,
Not only callow youth
But poets and singers too.

Yet not even Spring
The sap it rises. Excitement trembles
Deep within, as winter breathes
A last farewell.

Out of the darkness
Brave bulbs send up green shoots.
Despite the season’s chill,
Showing contempt of that which would defeat.

Into the light, Inspiration grows.
Breathing in the rain soaked earth
Buds unfurl, reveal bright colours
And the promise of more.

Trees, bare branched
Awaken after winter’s rest
Refreshed, they bloom again
Proudly show their freshly minted leaves.



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