Sonnet for Vernal Equinox

In waning darkness does spring awaken,
With new roots pushing deep in black soil,
And earthworms engaged in secret toil.
Frozen waters are stirred up and shaken;
Mysteries that owl kept now are spoken,
As pine and maple sap start to boil.
Skunk cabbage springs up, starts to uncoil,
And spreads its broad leaves. Should they be broken,
They mark marshland with chthonic verdance.
Lone oaks reveal shimmering ambition:
Tips of trembling branches ache for leaves,
And sun achieves long-longed-for ascendance—
Genius prepared to bring to fruition
Schemes in which he passionately believes.

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