21 Feb

Snow, and endless rain, may have enhanced

The start of Spring, for walking into town

Down Newgate Road, bare gardens now abound

With tiny, vibrant clumps of new sprung plants.

Brash crocus colours clash winter's grass

While snowdrops cluster in the beach tree's root;

Dwarf narcissi, primroses to boot,

Smile up in hedgerow posies which surpass

The memory of springs I can recall,

Their frailty at odds with aging prints

Of single flowerlets, stark against the page,

Immortal, yet oblivious to life's toll.

   These fragile blossoms, sprung up overnight

   Urge my winter's soul into the light.

Brian Hick 21 Feb 2009

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