Day dawns
Crisp crackly cold.
Birds wait with ruffled feathers
For the tepid sun to rise.
Another day,
Glacier-skied.
On the bare rose tree
Last blooms cling,
Brown and mummified.
Spring waits.
No new year on a sudden,
Imperceptible changes creep
With the stately majesty of the wheeling stars.
Deep in the earth where worms snout,
And warm-blooded creatures curl,
Hair trembles with electric frost,
Sensory captors waiting, poised,
For the first stirrings.
None of our proclamations
And frenzied, cork-popping, tinsel-laden
Celebrations
Hurry the smallest seed
One second closer
To its green destiny.

