Scattered about the woodland floor
Ghostly wood anemone –
A sliver of crescent moon.
Pale moon primula
Finding their place
Amid the green gauzed birch.
At the tipping point between
In breath and out breath –
Slipping the mask to step into spring.
And soft the rain fell
Percussive patterns on new leaves –
Our footfall startling the deer.
Subject to formlessness
Birch swaying to their own dance –
Fire in the night.