Thaw

Blow through me wind

As you blow through apple blossoms...

Scatter me in shining petals over the passers-by...

Joyously I reunite... sway and gather to myself...

Sedately I walk by the dancing feet of children—

Not knowing I too dance over the cobbled spring.

O, but they laugh back at me,

(Eyes like daisies smiling wide open),

And we both look askance at the snowed-in people

Thinking me one of them.