Thaw

Blow through me wind
  As you blow through apple blossoms….
  Scatter me in shining petals over the passers-by….
  Joyously I reunite… sway and gather to myself….
  Sedately I walk by the dancing feet of children—
  Not knowing I too dance over the cobbled spring.
  O, but they laugh back at me,
  (Eyes like daisies smiling wide open),
  And we both look askance at the snowed-in people
  Thinking me one of them.