The Birth of Spring (poem)
Caught amidst the whirling dervish of a mad March sky,
Ragged rooks twist and fall, offering their harkening cries
To the spirits of the spring, with winter not yet away
But driven distant only by the now-passing day.
Roused by the latent musings of still-February air,
The dankness rises from the earth, and dead leaves stir,
Carried by eddies that say their very lives are ended here,
Amongst the catkin-dangleness of wind-blown time,
Between late winter and the imminence of spring.
I know not where to find you, beloved of Spring,
But know only the time where you are not:
Not in the lowering cloud of January’s pall,
Nor in the petty firework burst of New Year’s Eve,
But alive forever within the blackbird’s song
That is still to come, and yet still to belong.
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( By Culkerton Chapel, Glos, mid March, 2007).
Title: The Birth of Spring (poem)
Author: Matthew Oates
Date: 14 Jan 2008
