A new beginning by Sue Flint©
The tiny bulb stretches.
The earth
worm slithers past not noticing.
Slowly, so
slowly her shoots extend
Reaching
for light above the soil
Its hard
work, but once begun
The bulb
cannot stop the process of change.
Comfort of
known existence changes to fear
Of the
unknown world it is heading for.
Green stems
break the icy cold surface
Its tips
soaking up the light.
The
stretching continues, air and freedom excites
Little
roots go deeper, leaves pushing upwards with joy.
Day follows
night and night follows day,
The soil
warms and the bulb pushes out a stem
And then, a
bud, and finally its energy is burst –
A white
bell shaped petal opens up, delicate and beautiful;
Sparkling
against the brown and green around it.
It shakes a
little and blooms to its full capacity;
“A
snowdrop,” the little girl shouts beckoning her mother
To draw alongside her.
Yes, my love, its telling us Spring is on its way,” she replies.
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