Spring Flowers

The winter chill enters my spine
as the sun sets prematurely,
Lit only by the stars hanging high above
lighting  my search
to regain the warmth of spring

hidden solely in your arms.

The hunt for you carries me

under my doubts

above my expectations,

deeper into my soul

yet you remain a mystery

lost in the winter cold.

Like my breath against the cold black

You appeared and vanished.

I now wait for things to thaw,

for the scent of flowers to float in the breeze,

for my heart to thaw

with Your embrace.