I found them in corners of my window sills
in light clusters - double helixes
weightless, translucent
with the smooth coin of a seed in the middle

they had waited, handfuls of them
under the cover of snow, on my window sills
for a long dormant season

I tried to push and blow them away,
they flew and fluttered high in the air
unhurried, unstoppable, designing tall lacy maps
in the awakening blue
till, in the end, they found their dancing way
back into my room

and again

this motion of the mind