I’m Spring
Deafened by the weight
And straining my stems to break the ground open.
I am spring.
Hurt by the barren groping of wet shields
Chilling my spine,
Fabric dampening
Pollen soaked and sullen.
I am spring.
Forced by tooth and root by
The shriek of sun beams
Yet, coaxed by my comrades
Nestled in my patch-stricken home.
The manure fresh,
Water flowing.
I am still again,
Come the plights of my next
awakening.