I would tell you to put your ear to the ground
but you would say it is too cold
The birds hear it first
they are of course more in tune than us humans
with our ears clogged
by traffic and digital fuss and constant
bombardment of mechanical sounds
its far away yet
but approaching bit by bit
treading cautiously, stepping lightly
marching to an earthly beat
listen! can you hear it?
losing the run of itself
shooting madly exuberantly even
all hell breaks loose as
up through the cold clay
fierce and tiny green swords
fight their way
Look! the buds are breaking now
the grass is greener
the birds louder
are they snowdrops there?
and just when i think i can bear winter no more
spring is here.