She pushes up against, the frozen solid ground.
Where snow and ice exist, all about and all around.
Nature’s onward cycle, just gently begins again.
With little seeds so hidden, deep within the den.
Such dainty stems unfurl, enclosed within the kernel.
Where life force does emit, jumping any frosted hurdle.
No obstacle too great, for one with such a will.
Searching ever upward, to break cold and crusted sill.
Despite the stacking odds, there is a simple way.
For drop of white, to crack clean through, and sway.
Aligned with universal force, progress is slow but sure.
Amazing for one so fine, delicate and demure.
No chance the Earth does have, with its winter soil.
With such determined might, such struggle and such toil.
The self it needs to actualise, to bloom above the surface.
To strive to be the one, to flower first in springtime furnace.
Such spirits it does lift, for brighter times to come.
Clumps of dancing belles, sing with hearts of joy and fun.
Much pleasure to be had, sat amongst the drift.
In barren times and richness, abundance and plain thrift.
By Simon Blackler
Copyright © Simon Blackler 2021
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