Spring energy

It hasn’t been icy

But it has been cold

Imagine a tiny bulb

Deep in the mold

Aware of its life form

Prepared to spring free

Into the open and the great

melody

Burgeoning buds

Brilliant belief

A Robin its breast

feeling the grief

Branches still bare

and brittle below

Where in bubbles life

about to bestow

On the world that it enters

a shaft of soft green

and within this shaft

a flame it would seem

a subtle arrangement

of blossoming silkiness

creatively striving

to reach into earliness

Breaks through the sod

Into a Spring breeze

Hear the bird songs

and the swaggering Bees

emerge

just a wee hint of aquamarine

Sending sweet hue’s right

out of the green