Coco

We are all born containing a roll of wool

Soundlessly, mine intertwined with yours

My other half

Merged and fused 

Not on a leash nor a chain 

A delicate soft lace 

There was cedar in the beginning and then there were candy canes. 

it is finally finally finally

warm - kind of,

sunshine / soft rain / sixty degrees with a brisk step to it

that makes me think nobody but Vermonters who miss the days

of tap step / crocuses / daffodils buried in snow