The Warm Awakening

A haze of flickering flies dance, seemly with no purpose or direction, like a TV in need of a signal The sky vast and infinite above looms ever growing, ever blue, a dusting of tranquil clouds suspend effortlessly Green escapes from every pore, every conceivable crevis where once cold, harsh stone stood strong and ruled, now nature and life become abundant Fresh and new besides relics of past necessity Did these designs of function and structure ever imagine their solid, powerful density being compramised by delicate roots and saplings, overcome by creeping colour, smothered beneath teeming greenery It would appear not, for in those long, bleak winter months they had lost all memories of the warm awakening.. and with that came spring..