BEGINNINGS.
Morning\'s mist unrolls to boost
a sapphire-blue roof
shining above warmer footings
of luminous movement,
dawn brooms out grey reducing
night\'s cloudy hood
and time allowed I arise to use
given chances, commune
with nature as changes produce
from nakedness beauty.
So I am away to spot birthings
of green, to unearth
modest beginnings of early
thrusting thru\' thirsty
wait need to Spring-clean bare
scrub-land, to stare
in awe as re-growth prepares
from cold winter\'s lair
festival beds, places where
Flora\'s colourful hair
spreads ribbons thru\' chilly air.
I intend to be there
when snowdrop gems\' rare
show maybe shared
with one other who prefers
not to pick or disturb.
I shall view the first fanfare
of Spring\'s new wear.
Nothing compares with this
wealth of beginnings.