We met in winter,
That delicate haze of downy crystals
And slick, jagged ice.
You found me sitting in the pale shadows
Of a withered, worn tree with knotted limbs
And let out a puff of moist breath.
The stale, dull grey sky blanketed our sleeping world,
Which was so fragile and frigid then,
Precious and ephemeral as a spider's web
I wiped a runny nose with hands
Like dried, cracked chalk.
No wind blew.
There was only intent, suffocating stillness.
But you stayed.
In spring the world thawed,
Sprouting tender life.
Dew drop jewels decorated the green
Once laced with frost.
Crisp nights became heavy, thick,
And full of cricket chatter.
With a lighter heart
I left the tree, retreated into that
Sleek, dazzling human kingdom
Where starlight was curtained by wooly clouds
And lamp-post florescence.
I didn't see you there, in the flourishing,
Writhing world of heat and vitality.
I didn't look.