Winter...

When the Sun forgets its distance
and gently warms winter air,
we remember the feelings of spring
and the swell of the earth in a day
it reaches in need to seed tomorrow.

When the streams bring cool sweetness
to arouse sleeping grounds,
an unfinished symphony : the cycles of life, resumes
with downward whoosh of gentle winds.

 Awakened from a subtle sleep, as if
barely parted eyes yet glimpsed all turnings
of wintry ways and chilled days,
in wait of the moment she lifts her cheek
to the full kiss of warmth;
to revise the vision of near-sleep and wishes.

So like me, to suddenly see
why so many wonderful dreams
need you... to breathe