Reminder

if the snow never stopped
if the spring-- so precious
as precious as your heartbeat
the song you never listen to
as precious as the atmosphere
blue reminder we are still of this earth
and not long dead-- if the spring
never visited us again, never
touched down around us
with bird-like fingers never
came to our door selling
seeds never marched
over death's back with 
long green legs what then
would you do to escape 
the cold that enters your 
life at the weak corners of 
living but and against odds kiss
someone and kiss again
as they did in the fairytales 
to break evil spells to shake
the dying from their 
unreasonable slumber?