The Becoming of Spring


The day lingers
Holding back the crescent night
Turning a corner


The earth gives way
Cracking from underneath
As life buried in the cold
Is yearning to break through


Birds echo their song of return
“It’s time! It’s time!” they sing
Welcoming the nearing end
Welcoming the new beginning


Rain is no longer gloom,
Scattering notes of joy
As it splatters and pours over death
And nurtures the coming green


New air to fill the lungs
The turn of time
The yield of the grim frost
To the warm glow of hope


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