Ode to The Thaw
You have come, the water runs
The way you cried on full moon nights and
Never knew why
Rogue heat clings to contour your cheekbones
Where you and scilla have grown
Where you have clung to roots of your own
Frost has gone, birds find song
The way you found home when it was
Not a place
A chill stalls the onset of the bloom
Where you paint the skies with all your blues
Where you said you would meet us so soon
The Winter is pretty but it makes us numb,
Beauty’s in what thaw becomes