The sun streams my lifted arm,
dressing me with winter petals.
All here - commence,
safe minutes mine,
like a morning hare,
with pinching grins, kicking. I feel you in my chest -
Everyday, you are,
and just enough. Enough, enough for me,
that you exist here when I am alone.
Who knows what anybody does to another?
The snow kisses my nose -
reassures, makes me feel delicate, almost pretty,
and I stand silly; here, there, everywhere,