Black the wave-heads as they crashed against the rocky shore
And Winter vulnerability was never felt the more
As sodden fields did fill and flood o’er the roads and lanes
And swamped rivers too with their associated pains.
Everywhere lay dormant as the deepest roots felt the cold
Occasional wildlife, hungry, darted about being bold
They were the feast for the dangerous raptors on high
Who’d swoop in deathly silence as they cut through the sky.
And then one morning, almost without notice or fanfare
The wave-heads turn white as if dark was no longer there
For though the cold still cuts like the beak of a feeding avocet
Spring has arrived and will so diminish that Winter threat.
©Joe Wilson – A Spring fanfare…2017