Spring’s Ascent
cold wind whips over
the barren field
not even bare trees
stop it’s bitter bite
brown and grey cover
the landscape
testament to the
fading white blanket
never ending darkness
hangs on like the
lone climber up the
sheer rock face
not wanting to relent
to the oncoming light
the slow climbing
sun warming it’s path
yet warmth, green
cannot be halted
rising from deep within
pushing aside that which is dormant
tentative at first, seeking
safe warm and sun
poking first above the surface
barely daring to seek it’s light
warmth and light feed the new
passion, struggling to take root
safe in the wrapping of love,
yet tender and fragile
under the gentle touch
of water and warmth
passion grows, unseen
digging deep into the soul
until the last holds of
the dark day relent
releasing the power
of passion to burst
through for all to see and share
