Coming upon you in these shaded paths
I find you timid,
Curled into yourself.
But fear not!
Now that the brave bluebells have come and gone,
Now the chestnuts have lit their thousand candles,
It is time to seek the light.
The frosts shall burn no more;
At last it is safe to lift your head.
Unfurl your fronds
Tilt your drowsy, fresh face towards the sun -
Spring is come.
