Ostara

small squares of gold
shimmer, like heat haze
on the crazy paving:
glass shards of sunshine cutting
warm lines into the earth
waking, strangely, life
in spring green pale buds
struggling upwards

push away the dirt
reach out
stretch, touch, feel
unfurl

leaves, sigh
up on high
in swaying bowers
as warmed winds
flutter through
blossomed cherry flowers
and ozone lifts
drowsied bees
from slumbering deep
winter’s sleep

dancing daffodils bob
playful frilled saffron petals
casting marionette shadows
whilst flitting sparrows
dip and weave
‘gainst blackbirds
spring evensong

even as we long
for summer days
pleasant memories
shimmer like those sunshine rays
and warm the lines to our heart
waking, strange sensation
elation – hope rises
green and bright

like morning larks
in hazy silver light.