As I uncurl from winters’ upper hand,
a sense of freedom, spills on to this land.
Long shadows become shortened by its spell,
a multitude of life, awakens, from where I dwell.
Stretching, in the warmth of air, hesitating for a while,
noticing no frigidness, nor taunt, of any icy smile.
Slender and slowly slithering, bursting from my shell,
I am filled with a new life, overpowering winter’s quell.
Brown, to green, a vastness of sun streams down,
from bare to bud, shedding, my protective gown.
All around, the ground, from where I graciously spring,
this spring, awakening, all, that I am destined to bring.
Poem by Joe Coe
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