migrate (v).

You showed up like a wild summer, singing bright the leaves on the trees. You showed up like summer, kissing freckles on shoulders and the blushing on cheeks, throwing wide open windows and doors, calling back the birds from their southern beds. You woke me from December's slumber, "wake up! I have warmed your cold feet and cracking hands for you, I have your tired, whimpering heart whistling in the sweet summer breeze."

Posted on February 3, 2015 and filed under the word project-.