I am winter
I come to you with all that is frozen in me
And need to melt
But first
I need your gentle spring
to thaw what once was green
And then
A warm May rain
to bring to bud what beauty
has been closed inside
And then your golden June light
to let leaves,
full of dew,
Dance away from petal
of their own heavy drenched pliancy
And then I need your blue skies
to sweetly lure the bloom
from beneath verdant crinolines
So yes, I need you
But softly
And Slow like seasons
