Awakening
Spring emerges softly.
Along rivulets of snowmelt,
life awaits in the muck
saturated by the last stroke of Winter.
Without proclamation
the mystery unfolds in darkness.
Until finally,
warmed by the sun’s lingering rays,
primal forms penetrate
the moist, woodland soil…
bringing forth the joy of renewal
and the promise of a new season.
Deb Carley