if I lie still enough
will my body melt the snow
will tulips and daffodils race up
expecting an early arrival of spring?
will our combined heat
convince the rest of the plants that it’s spring?
if we lie here together
will we wake crocuses, make snowdrops unfurl
open bright crowns to herald the sun
shake Christmas roses awake?
if you make love to me, here, in the snow
on the hard-packed snow, on the frozen mud and ice
will the roots of this tree feel us move
will it unfurl tiny nubs of budded leaves
thinking that it’s spring?