Sprout

Winter nights leave me delirious 

The moments we step through right before the fall of snow 

A certain forgetting 

Like autumn approaching 

Pushing 

Pulling 

The hot weather from the surface down under 

Until next season when the flip-flopping heat 

Lies on the burners of a hot stove 

Aching for a new anything 

Compare sunlight to heaters,

Stuck indoors 

Awaiting until we bloom again 

Until we put away our parkas and surf the prominent skyline 

From shadow to shadow

Forming buds from leaf 

Coming up from ground 

Out of soil, beginning again 

As people we will sprout 

With purpose 

Again.