Good Mornin' Starshine

empty twigs with new bud ends welcome the warmth of risen sap filling with hope of Spring and leaves hints of green in ice burnt lawn as sudden snow bells wave in hints of breeze rhodies' leaves are open to the warming day a shiver sway of dripping green against the patient cedar pointing into a well lit grey white sky Winter's claws are nightly clutching deep Holding on in grimly sour frustration Someday soon the rushing tide of Spring will sweep away ache of morning risings Dancing in the greens of life reborning