Spring

The open sky canopy revives and grows wide

Now the light, sieved through the remnant

Of winter's strung-out tenacity

Gifts a satin promise of ease and thaw.

Mist hangs, never near

Silvering the air, a tracery fresh.

 

Sun, the one source of colour

Climbs steady

Urging the woody grey deserts below

To life forgotten

When here! A sudden

Surprise of vibrant yellow

Smearing with timid defiance

The surrounding unleaved drear.

 

In the wood, bright shafted decrepitude

And a grudging damp beneath

The cavalry light caressing

Moss-furred tree bases alive

To greening vibrancy --

Then dimmed sudden as April's schizoid sky

Inverts to moist gunmetal once more.

 

Now we emerge from treebound slumber

Again light floods sudden

And there, a field brims emerald from within,

Overlaid by the foregrounding oak's

Fingered filigree.