a slow chain of greening begins beneath –
unseen, sneaking through damp earths
a stealthy pushing aside of rocks
and winter for worm-paths and pale roots
sending tentative inquiries further afield
spring seeks surfaces in the same way
the yellow-beaked robins break the dirt –
in the same manner leaf-buds seek an April sun –
an abiding search for choicer feasts
and a respite from waiting, bare-branched,
until we can say with certainty spring has begun
© Sarah Whiteley
I hope you’ll forgive my absence lately – I’m smack dab in the middle of the spring tax deadlines and it doesn’t leave much space for reading or writing or cloud gathering. Of course the head cold isn’t helping any of that either.
But be well, and I’ll catch up when I can!