Twisted talons, tinged green,
Snarl and bite
Beads of sharp water glint with the morning rays
Knotted vines cower from the glaring light.
A solitary emerging flower
Whispers a pitiful, velvet melody
She recoils from the thorny glower
Her vibrant petals unscathed by the clawing vines
In the withering sun she waits
For the talons to wake from their wintery slumbers
And wash the garden with blossoming colours.