Here to the ground beseech
in the mottled gaze of winter,

Spring bulbs a thread teach
by loam mature while simper.

Petals remains out of reach
crisp the sunlight by fingers,

Unfurling the vibrancy each
unseen yet on palette lingers.

Spiralling on towards speech
buds rustle as earth simmers,

Heat smiles if minerals leech
flowers their vision glimmers.