she had lain in the dark

long dreary days

encased in a coffin of earth

cold as death

slowly, oh, so slowly

she shakily shook off her shackles

fingers arched, stretched

clawed at dirt

inside the damp of her grave

she felt the earth warming

heard the world waking

longed to join

inch by inch she dug

’til she could kneel, stand, see light

into glorious blue spring day

the flower errupted