spring

i am woken by the scent, the sound
and the soft quiet light
of springtime rain

my eyes enjoy the opening
as though i am the bud of the flowering camellia
already awake at this the end of wintertime

and at nighttime the breeze
will still be cool
when i in my springtime dress will shiver

and shiver softly
breathing in the final breaths of iciness
falling asleep in winter's embrace
to wake into the arms of spring