Spring, Arriving

I was snow: the end
of Winter: cold: grey:
lifeless. Making love
was Spring, arriving:
discovering the
color green: it had
always been there: in
the grass, in the trees,
in the growing things
under the blanket
of bitterness . .. . I
just didn't see it
until the moment
you awakened me . .. .

(c) 2008, Karla Dorman