Elucidating Questions

I still see her grip

Resting trees flowers budded but closed

Her fingertips still brushed over the surface as if her lingering touch yet chills them

As late as spring is my body notices the difference

But looking around the humans are not affected

They say

I haven’t slept

I’m so tired

But they do not feel her hands on their skin

They do not feel her breath

They don’t see the remnants of winter

And see how their effect on her affects them which also affects me

They do not associate the sleepy lurid languid waking of the plants and creatures around them with themselves

They do not see

Winter’s hand long gone, Winter’s touch still lingering.