Remembering the murmur
within the quiet of the snow
where flowers slept in dreams
waiting for the warmth.
Waiting for the light
within the pregnant notes
a whisper in a shadow.
A whisper on its journey
through the twilight of the dusk
where the silence of the petals
laid sheltered in their echoes.
Laid waiting for their rise
to shed their lonely time
to know again the call of life
to feel the rain within their stems.
To feel their thread of being one
with others that they left
a sorrow then now born to joy
a fertile coming from life’s womb.
A fertile link so close as they
our footprints joined by nature’s voice
as here I wait for your eyes
waking from their winter’s sleep.