Green Opposition

Spring forms the formless;

Not an apparition out of nothing but

the melding of negatives and no-things

Into the petalled edge of 

a blackthorn blossom,

breaking violently from the siloed fire

of a winter pause.

Spring disrupts;

Through the first bold forcing of green fingertips 

into the frigid air,

the thin line of corked defence 

is punctured, radically - 

A question to a silenced room,

A placard on a silenced street,

A word on an empty surface -

The bud and the blossom 

Bridge the empty, waiting space:

the unwinterness of it all.