Infatuation

Sapphic stanzas.

Photo by Harry Quan on Unsplash

Sunshine bounces off the snow, blinding me with
whiteness. Blue skies stretch themselves coldly; black pines
stand grouped, arms full of crystal feathers, watching
idly as we pass.

Frozen flowers draw themselves on the windows,
breathing perfect hexagons into being.
All these tiny miracles turn to nothing
standing next to you.

Tell me how to understand the power you have.
How do you fill everything with rainbow light?
How do you reduce me to nothing but an
inane helpless smile?

Blue-ice winter surrounds us, but can’t vanquish
your warmth, your vitality, the heat of you.
You melt me, despite myself, into stupid
glorious springtime.