Inner Woman

Spring compressed warmth

Pushing her tendrils into the earth

Water dripping from icicles

Hanging over a sweet water spring

Pale olive buds burst; spring free

And the fawn springs from his mother

Free at his birth.

Spring green grass nurtures her work

And renewal, a spring, coiled in winter’s sleep

Retreats once more, his claws now sheathed

A springboard of energy now released