Springs revival

All of earth awakes

Spring begins to yawn,

Plumes of breath exhaled

In the light of dawn.

Underneath the oak tree

In ferns of wetted green

Young deer forage

After winter’s lean.

Tattered velvet antlers,

Bucks sniff the air,
Baby fawn staggers
Doe's stand and stare.

Bushy tails and whiskers

In pelts of brown and grey

Sleepy liquid eyes

Pierce the light of day.

Icy grip is over

Winter hasn’t won

Nature is revived

By the fingers of the sun.