Icy fingers climb the spine
But you remind me of spring
Out of the ice your spindly tines
Frozen right before my eyes
You insist its spring
You remind me every time I pass
Rich yellow flowers defy the senses
While other flowers sleep in silence
You’re awake
You haunt me with the intangible scent
The sunlight through winter curtains
Another evening spent
I wait for the sunlight to melt the ice
Wait for the cold to leave the spine
Bees on lost scent trails
Ants from burrows deep in the ground
You insist its spring
A fragrance bold and loud
Beside the ghosts of summer
Broken stems. Black and grey
I planted you last winter thaw
So convince me, spring is on its way…
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