Good morning Starshine

reposting

empty twigs with new bud ends
welcome the warmth of risen sap
filling with hope of Spring and leaves
hints of green in ice burnt lawn as
sudden snow bells wave in hints of breeze
rhodies' leaves are open to the warming day
a shiver sway of dripping green
against the patient cedar
pointing into a well lit grey white sky
Winter's claws are nightly clutching deep
Holding on in grimly sour
frustration
Someday soon the rushing tide of Spring
will sweep away ache of morning risings
Dancing in the greens of life reborning