Blooms on a Frozen Day

Suddenly, the world is covered in flowers.

I tried to melt with the snow

and flood banks in holy indifference.

I can’t find me in my thoughts, how to stay

flooded, buoyed in the current.

I find the brilliance of flowers

not in their perfume and bright clothing

but their unfolding, always right on time,

always certain without knowing, 

when to curl itself open, pollen chest to the sky,

with its heart, finely powdered and bright,

soon to be scavenged, noses yellowed 

with their dust, worn across faces

and scattered to the air, no longer tucked

in blossom, where possibility is

only imaginative and frozen, like thoughts,

like packed snow’s preserved secrets.