Spring

Feature by Alex Marten | 15 Jun 2006
The sky,
God's huge, cold grey eye,
cries careless crocodile tears
upon the heads of us all.

But we trudge grudgingly
on through the sludge
and see in this drizzling misery
a strange, invisible wizardry
which makes all
this dark,
this wet,
this cold
unfurl and unfold
into a new world:
brave, burnished and bold.
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