Sunday, February 20, 2011

Inching Alchemy of Spring

Suddenly I noticed
how the green shoots grew,
and birds were singing in the eaves..

The brown and barren forest floor
was spiked with lunging life
that perforated winter's skin
of dry dead leaves.

Soft as whispers,
sharp as knives,
green blades
unsheath before the sun.

The inching alchemy
of spring is come.


(c) A McN

1 Comments:

Anonymous Susannah said...

'The brown and barren forest floor
was spiked with lunging life
that perforated winter's skin
of dry dead leaves.'

What a wonderful description 'spiked with lunging life'. :-)

Loved 'inching alchemy' too.

Your writing delights me. :-)

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