Replace the grey gloom tears of rain that dripped through trees all night,

And puddled at their feet. And pooled in fields of clay.

Trunks entwined with ivy gleaming,

Deer and squirrels, breath now steaming,

Rootle at their feet. Bring movement to this day.

But they, the only signs of life in a month so dark and still,

When all stops or snuggles down from wet or frost and chill.

Hidden beneath Christs feet. A steady, slow, earth beat.

The door will soon swing open, breaking soil and bud and shroud,

Whispering wings of birds who fly, as glory streams pour from clouds.

Snowdrops will flower at our feet. Catkins and blossom sway sweet.

Heavens streaked in crimson, silver grass diamond dew,

Mammals in burrows and hedges and furrows, all set to begin life anew.

Frosted webs thaw at their feet. All quicken their heartbeats.

Insect life stirring and whirring, nests being repaired by rooks,

Ladybirds and beetles appearing, from tree bark, crannies and nooks,

Jiggling bodies and feet. Enjoying the new sense of heat.

As the Earth's pulse ever quickens, sap rising to officially mark Spring,

The Word has stirred and breathed life again into every living thing.