Another night, the smuggling in of snow.
You come and go,
Your footprints like a love letter below.
Then something shifts, elsewhere and out of sight,
A hidden freight
That morning bring in on a tide of light.
The soil grows hesitant, it blurts in green,
So what has been
Translates to what will be, certain, unseen,
as pain turns back again to love, like this,
your flower kiss,
and winter thaws and melts, cannot resist.