Soft Awakening Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I love the rain and ice-cold wind of winter proudly
taking its place instead of bowing to this upstart
of a too early summer threatening to derail the
soft awakening of a slow-moving spring

The cold is exhilarating with the wind intoxicating
I joyously sing within its glaciating embrace, lightning
and dark clouds and hailstorms; I tread the softness
of soaked leaves under fragmented trees

Enjoy the fresh, rain-cleansed smell of pavements,
the sky in sophisticated grey, watch the merest hint
of a rainbow turn into an intense laser-light show,
realising how beautiful the green planet earth

Natural wonders keep us alive even when we fail to
notice these marvels, keep us going when we feel
existentially challenged; the last surges of powerful
winter quicken the life force pulsing in my veins

Heart beating wildly as the sensation of winter s
icy touch awakens all my passions