spring's painful loveliness splinters
the dry
sticky dark
softly insinuates betwixt the cracks of winter
charming its forceful gentleness into the heart of things
audacious
unstoppable
predictable and quiet
wiggles and stretches uncurling inchoate
half born
brashly and tentative
slowly rushing and stamps its way breath held
or is it my breath?
held
laid
resting.
brave
fool-hardy
exquisitely frangibly tough
the bluebells break my heart
