Spring Flow

I flow
while the land
grows.

My bare feet
on grass,
wet by morning dew.

My face warmed
by the sun,
a daffodil,
I open.

Crocuses surround me
as my life finds
new energy.

In Spring
I awaken
to this Truth.

I am the land.
We are the same
flow.

Ice Dragon

Ice dragon
rears into
the soft
of my heart
again,

fanged and
shivering,
old enemy,
old friend.

How well it
knows me,
finds just the
right place

to divide me.

I turn blue,
live in an igloo,
drinking
frozen tears.

Suddenly it
leaves,
my igloo melts,

I’m thrown into
Summer again.

So much gold
after only blue

I am blinded
and I cannot
remember
how to live
without
a coat.

I wasn’t sure about the end of this one- I kept fiddling with it. Any feedback on whether the poem breaks up and where that happens would be helpful.