Spring does not come effortlessly— it thrusts and parries then retreats against winter’s blasts. Tiny, green blades basking in yesterday’s sunbeams are covered today in downy quilts of snow.
A garden rake tips in the wind, while its sturdier companion, the snow shovel, stands strong. Hoses coil stiffly in the garden shed.
Yet tree buds swell and will burst forth, and spring will win the fencing match.