Winters creeping cold
still pierces
Spring’s feeble efforts.
Holds on to dampening shrouds,
crushing unborn hopes
of daylight’s lengthening.
An ancient struggle,
as fertile soil nourishes
verdant infant shoots,
growing snowdrops,
pristine white against dark earth.
Birds seduce in fluttered song,
defiantly perched on naked branches
waiting for the thickening greenery
to hide their nests from view.
Slowly tepid rays from a watery sun
will strengthen, to warm frosted soil.
Blossom and buds ready to show
Spring’s cacophony of colour.
Winter slowly fades.