Coming

It is beginning, the slow melt
Warmth comes a little each day
Rain comes with bone cold
Yet both help the seed struggle
Forth to bloom, in spite of
The opposite ends, the exposure
Not to always comfort, but raw
Something that encourages the
Growth to spurt in the warm
Sheltered light of day, as if
Cold, crying shock is just a
Thing we have to go through
Otherwise we don't sprout
We lay dormant relaxing
In our own shell and forget
There is more than just this
Patch of ground we are planted
In, it takes everyone to be
A garden of color