Rastar Hesitates

February, belated winter,
Season in its own right. Witness
To grey days widening, listens
To Rastar trying to kindle
Frozen minds with songs, sweet but faltering.
Songs that fail to thaw the silence of ice.

But in modesty, Rastar dares not
Disturb late winters slow demise.

Bold April, recipient of skies
Clothed in warming mists, when sturdy oaks
Are enlightened in limpid fields.
And starved soil sucks in latent heat,
And when Emerald energy engulfs the meadow
And nature fires a forgotten fuse.

The earth breathes. It is alive again.

With new found confidence Rastar
Celebrates with vocal fluency.