Waiting for Spring

Scared as a bundle of winter, 
waiting for spring to become
the reason for this new leaf 
to exist upward, above:
A white letter sitting, here 
on a bench, life spreads open. 

Butterflies of snow, glowing,
representing memories;
the result of forgetting
is the empowerment of 
life after renouncing time. 

The clock, the clock, so it struck
as I became the day spring
set its eyes on this leaf, so 
it could be allowed to grow.