Spring Prologue
Life begins; so tiny.
Life begins; so small.
Life begins to push on through,
Till small soon turns to tall.
Wakening
Winter; tired, and overworked,
Past time to slope off home,
Hauls wrinkled blankets way up high,
Drifts, weary, through the gloam.
Beneath the damp & dormancy,
Awakenings start to trickle,
Hidden deep from prying eyes,
Life’s expectations, fickle.
