Fay Slimm.

TIMED.

 

 

Timed.

 

Winter\'s knife now lying buried
in burgeoning earth
means ice retreats as birdless
branch swells leafed and ready.

 

Music of life unsettles the breast
of month-resting nature
for now timed faces express daily
need for change to greener dress.

 

Sodden ground tires of trying
to create new movement
while soil ferments in mud pools
making underness unable to dry.

 

Yet season\'s push ever battles
as yellow trumpet attempts      
cold openings thus winter relents     
so Spring can begin her floral task.