Snow blind
unkind
as blurred shadows dance
within the ice...
her mirrored form
born of light
a snow summoned mirage
a phantom
a spectral entity beckoning
with long slender
fingers...
air borne
twirling flakes
covering her modesty
eyes echoing
the emptiness of meadows
a kelidascope of
blues and greens
amidst Hazel browns and golds
her lips azure
whisper upon the breeze
calling me
to follow
and follow I must
for I am hope
and unspoken promises
for in her arms are held
my dreams
for
I am the Spring.