syntax and semantics

his words are March,
sweet with the promise of 
green rebirth
and warmth 
bursting triumphant
from behind gray clouds
that have settled over 
months cold and lonely.
i wait for them to arrive
and settle in
between the cracks 
lining my bones
with emptiness,
their colonisation
of my brittle skeleton
that threatens to snap
under the weight 
of more winter snow,
light and white as it is,
will signal the end 
of my hibernation.

I am ready to wake
into spring.