Aquarius 2

On Spring's Imminence

Camellia caught budding and blooming on Imbolc

Something stirs beneath the stones.

It bubbles up in camellia buds

and new shoots of daffodils.

See its tendrils in snowdrops

and seething patches of copper mud.

Something churns in the cauldronous earth.

The muck breeds heat.

The geese honk overhead

although I don’t know whether

they travel north or south.

My own internal compass spins,

blown about by the winds of change.

The horizon alternates between

obscuration and exposure

as clouds pass or are parted.

Their Rorschach blots reveal

gleaming spectres of potential futures,

diaphanous seeds to sow when spring returns.

Hope turns over in its hibernation.

It shifts in its sleep,

Incubating dreams of brighter, better days.