I am a tiny root
Hiding from Winter, warm within my muddy bed.
I am always a little sad, here in the dark,
Waiting out the colder months,
But I felt the last years passing, a frisson, goodbye.
Spring will begin, a stirring within the earth
Green children born of the Sun
emerge timidly, tightly clumped,
Wound within ourselves.
Slowly I will unfold up
Unleashing colours
Fulfilling a promise made
As I shrivelled last September
To return, a little stronger, just as beautiful
And more mature.