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.