WHEN COMES THE SPRING

These winter weeks have left our beech tree bare. Its weathered crown, a tangle of black twigs. But its spine still standing straight as a bolt. Now crows come back to fettle last year’s nest, Ready again for seasonal offspring. In cusp of branches sturdy and secure Crows work to weave and wind with warp and weft Creating cosy home for coming chicks. Now broken life cycles begin again. Our beech tree’s sap once more starts to rise Bringing the green again for fresh foliage.