Bloom

Slender plants and oaken branches bend to the chill of your presence:

Eyes of fog, your air is smoke, you turn the sky to dusk-

But these frost-woven blankets are not what you call home.

You are Winter, the waiting state to hide your pain away; suspend your world

In grey. But all the ice around your mind must melt and fade away.

Breathe your first breath out and feel release-

Not unlike the rising dawn this temperance is new; tiny baby’s glowing hand to father’s weary cheek.

I bring to you the spring, from which bursts forth the Sun

To end this lonely night: set your heart alight.

Together we will walk this world anew, my heat finding home in you;

We are One, gradience in all things

As Winter into Spring.