snow melted away from our summer’s day
leaving a wincing rose and bud

although the fragrance had drifted away
there was plenty left to say
roots had binded together
but our colors had changed

I didn’t realize our petals could be the same

us blushing roses, we speak
of what snow melts can leave
of a bud thawing slowly in mud

sun erodes snow and sheds light
on you
if only you, the bud could know
that to me, your colors show

I wish
oh how I wish you could know
so I could water your leaves
with the rivers I see

what snow melts leave
are new colors and rosy dreams
petals waiting
waiting to open and be free