Collision

Sunray’s brilliance warms my cheeks

Tiny buds burst from bare branches

From winter’s haze, she slowly peeks

Snow blankets of several inches

Sprouts of green grass decorate

Of melted ice, birds sip

Where flowers emerge in dead landscape

Knowing time for north, make their trip

Winds blow with strength and fiercely

The weak, though, will not survive

Scattering abroad tiny seedlings

Bitter cold and soft warmth collide

We’ll soon see that spring is here

Rival winter’s dead illusion

Signs all point, she is near

Frost concedes and yields us new vision