Sun chaste

The entrance to spring is arrogant this year & it leaves me disoriented, but I'm glad the wind still knows how to slap some color into my cheeks.
 
My heart is a winter tragedy & I left my secrets back in December, quiet and frozen beneath hoarfrost intricacies.  
 
The sun might thaw them out one day if I should ever catch it, but I learned long ago not to chase the things I wasn't meant to have.