Birdsong coaxing seedlings
The feeling of renewal
Fuelled by crisp horizons
Singing, driving timelines
While sun and such take cover
Smothered in the cloak of winters bite
Fighting to be heard within the mist
Listless to be woken
By the yawning of a snowdrop
The thawing of a raindrop
Enriching fronds of light reach out
An itching germination shouts
Bewitching buds unfurl their doubt
To wrestle from a seasons drought
Spring is moving in
From a whisper to a shout
While winter slowly
Closes its account
20th January 2021
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