Renewal

If nature can do it, why can't I?
My own winter of the mind
has been arduous.
Exhausted pages, text frozen,
old grammar gnarled and bare.
Beyond my window come the first shoots,
the green buds, the early evidence
that life is renewed.
The first breaths of tenuous
new warmth, the foreign sunshine
minutes longer each day.
It is a very fine time for writing.