Rebirth

Green shoots shake black clinging earth
Of their cold soggy winter tomb
In accordance with each year's rebirth
Where the grave becomes the womb.   

House sparrows gather nesting twigs
From last year's flower pots
Discarded ornaments, sticks and sprigs
For this year's birthing spots

Blossoms explode from cherry trees
And shiver in a slanting rain
The end of the winter's icy freeze
Is announced in the birds refrain

A pair of silver turtle doves
Engage in a courtship dance
Spring has sprung on their new love
In resplendent pomp and circumstance.