The Becoming of Spring

 

The day lingers
Holding back the crescent night
Turning a corner
Slowly

 

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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