Winter Spring

Do not be dismayed, my dear
By delay of this spring winter equinox
For snow may keep us lost among the drifts
Or perpetually covered in love’s enormous gifts
That never decay nor melt nor barren tundra
Become what was or what may never will be
Let us love as we have known was in our power
The love that first caused atoms to collide
And brings us here to this imperfect perfect place
Wherein time’s face shows us eternity’s gaze
For trees though bare still breathe into the stars
And ghosts of winters past give echo moan
Our love still warms through even powerless power
And molecules collide with every breaking waking hour