Nutrition surging up from down below -
She’s coming to from winter’s coma state.
Before she pushes off her quilt of snow,
Sap rises to her twigs to procreate.
I watch her tiny fingers glow and reach;
She’s stretching after waking from her doze.
And when the bursting buds appear on each
It seems that she is putting on her clothes.
Her waking sigh brings to her skin a blush
Of tiny sprouts and blossoms over all,
While pulsing from her core the sap doeth rush
To fill the air with her familiar call.
Seductive goddess, forcing us alive.
Encouraged once again, we dream and thrive.