She peeps her head from underground.
Is stung by ice-cold wind.
She knows no ‘normal’ day-to-day.
Bubbling with life, then frozen.
Bubbling azure, budding red, cautious golden.
Treasures with a time limit.
Clouds of darkest grey, swirling, destruction.
A sudden deluge of rain.
Whisperings of great tomorrows,
Fragile works of art unfold.
Spring is a girl-woman, just turned thirteen.