SPRING
Winter weeks leave the beech tree bare.
Its crown, a tangle of black twigs
but its spine is straight as a bolt.
Crows come back to fix last year’s nest,
Ready for seasonal offspring.
In branches sturdy and secure
they weave the warp and weft
to make a home for coming chicks.
The life cycles begin again.
The trees sap once more starts to rise
to bring back the fresh green foliage.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2025
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