sunshine sails
through unclouded blue
no snow on board ―
my wounds have healed
leaving no scars behind
what’s not there
to like about a day
when the ice
is melting from the front steps
as we set out hand in hand
no more secrets
take off those woollen gloves,
skin to skin
let’s stroll around the lake
where plum trees are in bud
pushing through
the dark winter months
crocuses
white purple yellow
beneath leafless elms
black branches
framing an empty sky,
the perfect canvas
for whatever
one wants to become
