A wild breeze breathes the gaps between the iron grey trunks
Leaves, newborn and virgin green, twist as chill raindrops slide down verdant skins
A darkened sky holds all in, somnolent and steady, ready for her pouring.
Lover Earth, flexing her spring lungs
Sprouting green and red amongst the tinders of winter.
Another spring, again not the silent one.
One more to hold dear. A bonus season.