In April
She began to thaw
To either live now
Or start to decay
The butterflies came
At the start
To slip on the ice
And then the worms
Emerged
To writhe in the puddles
Being frozen
Was more consistent
Without the mush
And squish
And drip
Across the meadow
Her thaw is observed
From afar
As the sunlight
Cuts through her rigor
To let tiny pieces
Act as one
For just a moment
Before falling apart
She began to thaw
To either live now
Or start to decay
The butterflies came
At the start
To slip on the ice
And then the worms
Emerged
To writhe in the puddles
Being frozen
Was more consistent
Without the mush
And squish
And drip
Across the meadow
Her thaw is observed
From afar
As the sunlight
Cuts through her rigor
To let tiny pieces
Act as one
For just a moment
Before falling apart
