Remember when she spoke your name
As if it were an apple blossom?
As if you weren't flesh and bone
But starlight and lavender?
Remember her tongue on your skin
As if your flesh were snowflakes;
As if you wouldn't melt a little
Every time you think of her.
Is the color of midnight ice,
Are the branches in the orchard.
And if you think of her in shorter days
And if you find you miss her,
Remember apple blossom days
But don't forget the winter.