3 am on February 10

Bore a window in the snow
So the world outside would know
I am here
-Over here
Imagining fields of paintbrush flowers
Ticking frigid go the hours
A cold wind shuts out nearly
every dreamy thought.
But I’ve this window
In an igloo
Where the sky’s blue
And it must do
(Simply must do)
Till I see you,
Till the spring dew
On the flowers