Bursting

The bonds of death cannot hold it anymore
They are bursting forth with life, a tiny
Shoot budding forth, coming back in the
Place where death looked to be certain
No life could come from the bony branch
Yet here it is springing forth from curl
The tightening easing to bloom and come
Out from the hidden place where it fell
Off and died back, a new self being
Revealed in the tender warmth of the sun