in the dead of winter

[shh_imsleeping]

.... it was good to hear you say im doing well.
as though your words bred some sort of life in me.
you said something kind and a thousand flowers started sprouting in my head.
springing from the soggy soil the rain has left.
springing upward and outward.
can't you feel summer in me now.
... i wouldn't say you brought it.
but you planted some quiet, kind seed.
and because of it the most brilliant things are beginning to grow in me.