winsome wanting

a poem about missing spring

everything sings; a sort of pantheism
that i know by heart because every year she returns / 
                spring dawns on me and i reciprocate her smile with my own
     / chrysanthemum petals swing side to side 

like a dog’s wagging tail at the sight of their owner’s return / and the spring owns me. 

    i am reborn at the sight of her, chrysalis shaking / like a dog’s tail / as another self awakens / oh! 

and the spring— / she is loved by the flowers,


 which i know because they celebrate their burgeon under her suns / and it has been many moons since her departure / it’ll forever be her that i contemplate / and i’ll curl

 like a fist and hibernate / seasons to pass as spring awaits.