• Martin Wardley


Birdsong coaxing seedlings

The feeling of renewal

Fuelled by crisp horizons

Singing, driving timelines

While sun and such take cover

Smothered in the cloak of winters bite

Fighting to be heard within the mist

Listless to be woken

By the yawning of a snowdrop

The thawing of a raindrop

Enriching fronds of light reach out

An itching germination shouts

Bewitching buds unfurl their doubt

To wrestle from a seasons drought

Spring is moving in

From a whisper to a shout

While winter slowly

Closes its account

20th January 2021

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