peel away old skin
untangle twigs, twisted with tattered leaves
clear cobwebs and broken glass from winter's storm
new buds thrust their faces
up above the rain-dappled ground, their tongues
hungry for sun-yellowed lashes
spring comes hurling a giant ball whilst whistling with cardinals-
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 7. This is a 44 word count with the word TWIST. The pub opens at 3pm EST. We had a wonderful spring weather over the weekend, finally !