Shadow

If I knew where you were would you call out to me

For as long as the rays seek down upon this snow

I drift wishing you were here

The wind may make me dance a jig

Or two with arms outstretched

Thoughts of you steady me

As if I could touch your form

From so far below

How much higher is one of us from the other

I wonder with the passing seconds

Perhaps I am above you at this point

Am I confusing myself with these reflexive skyward glances

Are you metres below

Hidden in some cavern of the mind

Then dig I must spilling the earth into piles

I picture the effort for spring will come

As certain as the lost cardinal in the birch

I know this for certain.