As the sun’s out and the skies are clear
But the beech trees near my house look stark
Their nail-like buds, tight closed, are dark.
With no frost or snow to hold them back
Tiny green shoots now attack
The undisturbed soil in my pots
Peering closely, I see lots!
Revival, re-birth, and renewal
Dormant nature will reveal
In a thousand tiny ways
It’s on the move in gallant swathes.
Four minutes longer every day
May not seem much but they say
When minute seedlings sense the light
They venture forth from winter’s night.
At the start of course, progress is slow
It takes a while for leaves to show
But every year new life begins
The Creator’s up there – pulling strings!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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