Fay Slimm.

Urges

 

 

Urges.

 

Winter\'s knife now lying buried
in burgeoning earth
means naked retreats as leafy
trees bud and life readies.

 

Wakeful urges reveal the breast
of sleeping nature
as Spring-timed faces peer daily
at neighbour\'s new petals.

 

Frozen ground beaten by trying
for early growth keeps
freeing root-fingers as clod splits 
to cope with heat\'s arrival.

 

Yes season\'s rush ever battles
as yellow trumpets      
its best to make winter relent     
and let in Spring\'s attractions.