The Awakening

Waking from a deep sleep

the forest yawns and stretches out

stiff limbs

A warm light caresses

the lifeless branches

coaxing out curious puffs

of fuzzy magic

Tiny creatures

poke their heads

from the dark earth.

Such shy, fragile things

Rain falls

and falls

seeming endless

It must reach deep

to stir those

who continue to sleep

Ice transforms to a more fluid state

allowing the fish to escape

their cramped indoor existence

Each flower celebrates

its release

from bulb form

with a glow

whose light, colour and presence,

outshines its real life size

ten-fold!

Silly characters pop out of the lawn;

a happy, unplanned surprise.

I suppose I must thank the squirrels

for this one kind act

among the multitude of mischievous

re-plantings they perform in the fall

Daffodils emit an otherworldly glow;

They seem to siphon their colour

directly from the sun

becoming landlocked beacons of light

for us,

winter weary travellers

With an uncanny ability

to sense Spring air

they have yet to breathe

Houseplants,

rescued from last year's frost,

burst into joyous bloom

Outside,

timid colours

deepen

Fragrance

dances on the

ever-warming breeze

sneaking in through

windows that now remain

a crack open

Early bloomers

know their time

will soon be over,

buds give way to seed

Nature reminds us every day

in colour, shape and form -

It's always about Transformation!