Wild, untamed,

Imperfect nature.

Crystal water running over mud,

Trees rotting to fill the ground.

Leaves bursting fourth,

Flaunting their green growth.

Flowers hiding, colours ripe

Brazenly beckoning, come hither!

Swollen rivers, sucking on stone.

Spring is here.

Blatant bird song,

Open to weather, homes to be made.

March hares running possessed,

Wire springs, amongst the hunger.

Growing need, wolves do dance

No moon yet, just hazy sunlight.

Under trees, and out in those fields,

Bucks like Eros, fight it out,

Sinew straining, females waiting.

Earth is warmed underneath,

And winter slips into the daze

Of one bad past dream of cold