Lumbering willows
Swaying in windy weather
Yearning for the sun
Bury the swords and awaken the ploughshares.
For the flower bloom, has peeled back its crystal blanket. The one that had laid the grounds barren and left the meek to forage through the frost.
At a glance, it is the transitory trees of the deciduous variety that shed their elegance with Winter's admittance. They are after all the only species to cast away their covering and lay exposed to the cold. Only in the short warm months of our seasons, do we see them draped in their elegant robes.
The season has been humbly awaited.
These patient days of spring.
