this defrosting heart

by joe disabatino

don’t miss this moment
the ghosts of winter
still linger above the water
thinking white while feeling pink
just sit and listen
until no place else to be
pervades the heart
yes, this defrosting heart
now there’s nothing else to crave
while kneeling next
to your own rekindled fire inside
now you find your way back
along those re-emerging golden lines
tracing the hillsides of your memories oh so quiet
let the unfinished paintings and sudden poems
that appear in the dark blue silences come to you
like a herd of winter-starved deer
is that an approaching spring rain in the distance
or winter’s tide receding?
whichever you decide
become the equinox’s first visitor
this is a view to take with you
don’t forget this moment
waiting for season’s turn inside her lasting allure
ear to cold wet ground straining for her uncoiling whispers