Winter lifts to the west wind’s howl
exorcising ghost leaves, cadavers whirl
through vale stripped bare. Her ruptured soul
leaning tree creak is tossed white and pure
as the foal of a unicorn at Imbolc born.
Celebrating celandine pushes through the soil,
cow parsley tips first feathered embroidery,
buds of hawthorn carefully uncurl.
Snowdrops dip their greeting song
to new born breath and toss of a horn.