March 7, 2016

Spring arrives again
    before I was ready, be-
        fore I'd set my traps —

abstractions of snow
    into multiplicity
        of shattering light,

bare branches' beauty
    so, so soon to be betrayed
        by green clouds of leaves?

You visit me now,
    after so long a winter?
        Even gods grew cold?

I'll hang around then,
    show your young girl's ancient jewels,
        and give me a kiss.