Seeing Spring

By Shirley Jones-Luke

A drop of dew that doesn’t crystallise,

a green bud pushing through loose earth

trees that shivered under winter’s grip, reaching

for a noonday sun

 

The river water moves faster, washing

away the last of the snow

twigs & debris gather along the river’s edge

in reach of a beaver’s eager paws

 

A bird gathers bits of grass for its nest

sitting on a blossoming branch,

safe from a still strong breeze

from a dying winter

 

The air smells sweeter like citrus & lavender,

a butterfly avoids a newly crafted web &

dances on the breeze as a bee buzzes

by searching for fully formed flowers

 

Growth is all around in lush fields,

ripening fruit & thick bushes,

winter will disappear

as Spring is now here

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