The Breath of Beauty

Like the flowers of spring,

Emerging from desolation,

Beauty breaks through.

Slowly, softly, then all at once -

Its colours dance, its geometry dazzles,

Doting on the barren and daring it to life.

It creeps through the c r a c k s of the cruel, crisp cold:

breaking the grasp that grips the dawn

and working its

way

through

the weeds

that wrestle

and

wriggle;

Till it rises through the mess and makes itself known.

Beauty breaks through,

Emerging from desolation,

Like the flowers of spring.