Closet doors open
Drawers part their lips
Waiting for us to shed our winter layers
So we thaw from the ice
Shake the early sunset off our backs
Pluck snowflakes from our eyelashes
And tuck them away
Away
The leaves return and
Hold their homes in a long embrace
But they shake a little more with every breeze
And the trees know then that the leaves don’t keep promises, won’t stay
Stay
Under the earth and under the snow
Grass and flowers wait patiently for their cue
They know when to emerge from years of rehearsal
And sometimes they wonder if they can sleep one more day
Another month, another week
Or an extra year
And who would notice, or if anyone really cared
Then they remember
Remember that happiness isn’t in the dirt
Or under the snow
