Renaissance
Suddenly, there, within the soil
In the iron grip of frozen ground
Are thin, small cracks
That break the crust
Of Winter’s solid surface
And poking through
Are tips of something green
Pointing at the glassy sky
Seeking new-year’s light
Shoots of new life
From long-buried bulbs
Forgotten since a year ago
Alive again after all
Their tentative return
From their barren sleep
A miracle of remembering
Cold, bold fingers of new growth
Awoken by the spinning of the Earth
The Spring cycle of re-birth
And a testament to memory
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