The snow begins to melt into the earth
As veils of cloud reveal the fragile sky,
As winter’s sun burns into pale rebirth
And screaming winds fade to a breathless sigh.

Beneath the surface, dormant flowers wake
To drink torrential tears from weeping clouds
Too weak without the newborn light to break
Through soil still suffocating as a shroud.

A winter child interred in melting ice,
Now numb to numbness like the frozen flowers
Despaired that I might be forgiven twice
And wake from dreams of endless silent hours. 

The kiss of long-lost light against my skin
is gentle as if cold had never been.