Tidings

Listen: the almond has something white to announce...
(Chris Wallace-Crabbe)

Tiny white heralds like angels burst
from coronawinter barren branch,
whispering, echoing, promising.

Listen:

The time is slow 
but gives glimpses.
The promise is faint
but continual.
The season's sure 
that waits in the whispers.
Truer than winter, truer than spring:
the eternal soon.