Morning...

In the land of snow

A blossom is found

And all the shivering creatures

Are drawn to it

The little ones

Have never seen this colour

The sheen of white

Is blinding... except now

The pink dot

Is some wicked monstrosity

Or some godly delight...

The older, wiser ones

Have known the beginning of spring

From a time long ago

Their tears wet the little bud

And nourish it

It smiles in its womb

This is a spring that will last a while

This warmth will melt the ice

Bit by bit

This morning breathes a new wind.

Bit by bit...