A Jinni Unbottling
Slowly but surely the warmth is coming back
And what was frozen dead, exhausted by the cold,
All hopeless, stiff and black,
Bent down, prematurely old,
Now feels the first slight promise of a change,
A faint, far echo of the silver ring;
The challenge isn't over; winter wants revenge
As year turns, invisibly, to spring;
Yes, all is lifeless still, and nothing moves the eye,
The sky is grey with many storms to come;
Deep under ground in its cozy shrine
A seed of life lies, heedless, grows to shine.
A stubborn seed, a little seed,
Buried to spring, and not to face defeat!