The ice recedes within the frozen earth.
The thaw begins with stirring from inside,
Leading anxious desires for rebirth.
At winter’s end there is no need to hide.
Below, minute seeds feel an innate urge.
Soothing sensations tingle and caress.
Fresh shoots burst forth; in warmth the buds emerge.
Tight rows of armies marching thunderous.
Eruptions cease, the victors wave and rise,
Such glee contagious as their petals prance.
Clad in dress greens, they yearn to claim their prize.
A just reward, to join the springtime dance.
With medals of sunshine pinned to each chest,
They strain skyward, to reach the final crest.