Spring, the warrior princess

It must be the road to the big town that brings out the poet in me, or maybe just the chance to be sitting watching the enfolding scene. Anyway this one was started off in my head and then finished off in the dentists while waiting for Ian.

Spring

Spring, the warrior princess, shrugs her shoulders

and a blush of new growth

steals across the land.

Weary Winter, like an old dog,

snaps back

but senses defeat in its weary bones.

The snow reluctantly skulks away

to its summer home

and rivers freed from icy prisons

banish the hush of winter

as they chortle and gurgle their way

to the seas and the lakes.

Sleepy vegetation exposed
absorbs the warmth

and stretches its arms to the sun

a green wave creeps across the land,

a promise of warmer times to come.