March of Spring
She arrives slowly without being noticed, unobserved, still,
And yet her presence is seen in everything as it changes.
Dark cold sinew suddenly releases and green fingers crawl,
Once dark green now becomes brighter and fresher scent.
The earth rises too in soft and aromatic breath of life whispers,
The urge to rise begins and seed left so barren fill with fire.
Pushing through the now warm soft soil, they look for sunlight,
Raising their heads, now found and to grow and spread again.
And so the catkins form and hang unseen and there suddenly,
A rush of colour and earthy aromatic heady scent fills our senses.
Where once was cold now life pushes away the coat of winter,
Snow may still be there but underneath her refreshing carpet grows.
The magic of spring arrives again and now new life and colour,
Deep yellow and white and reds and bright greens appear again.
How do we miss their coming, or did we not notice her arrival?
Too busy buried against the cold dark harshness of winters cold.
Her cold coat now a burden in the fresh wind of changing air,
As crocus heads smile and daffodils ring out their silent tune.
Await the cry of bluebells and roses sing again of sun and heat,
Subtle changes slowly and grass grows sweet and lush once more.
The march of spring has begun and will now stand any setbacks,
She rises in the morning dew and sets with the stronger sister sun.
The crescendo of the morning chorus no longer hiding from coldness,
Sweeter than any melody they sing to the coming of warmth once more
Even the rain is sweeter and refreshing, no longer hard and bitter,
The clouds sweep away to reveal a blue coat of happiness above.
Restored to her former glories the sun dances across our path again,
Lost and cloaked in winters hold, she frees herself to fly once more.
Behold the glory and the majesty of the march of spring, arisen, now,
Once more we walk in confident steps, not dragging against the harsh.
Winter walks along side but knows her time is gone and bids farewell,
Nature stretches her curled fingers and sows the seed to flourish, grow.
And the earth smiles and dances, the rites of spring is here once again.