Awakening.

Blackbird, first one up,

Celebrates the arrival of an early spring morning.

Saluting the dawn

With vocal acrobatics.

He must also feel a lightness in his heart,

As Winter reluctantly begins to recede.

She still clings on to the wet, cold ground,

Refusing to slip beneath,

Until she has pierced ribs and toes

With her icy fingernails

A few more times.

It's a day to embrace the small things!

To go outside

And drink in the early spring sights:

Crocuses adorn flowerbeds and parks

With jewel colours and delicate petals.

Daffodils gingerly open paper-like

Cases, to reveal honey scented

Stamens.

Spring is still weak from her

Long time away,

But she has

Fire inside,

And as each colour

Suppresses the dark winter shadows,

She gains strength

To finally chase away

Her savage cold cousin.