i want you
to cup the budding bloom
of my petals between your hands,
to pluck my stem from the earth
and bring me out into the sunshine
i want you
to clear the snow away
from my branches, to show me
the light i've missed
for far too long
i want you
to stand barefoot
in my river's flow, showing me
i'm not so cold as i once was
i want you
to climb up the surface
of my mountaintop, to feel
the pebbles between your toes
and stand atop my highest peak
so i can kiss your feet
with my rubble
i want you
to blow away the seeds
of my dandelion, wishing hard
for springtime to last
forever