something is happening

the entire world is melting
and the roads winter hid 
are now rolling out in patterns under my car tires.
they pull me towards the ditches,
running with the blood of winter snow.

the entire world is falling apart
and I am unconsciously counting the drips 
as the icicles peel apart like onions
and numbering the beads of rain
as they cascade in spiderwebs down the window

the entire world is waiting
and the flower pressed tree branches
hold their breath in the empty morning air, 
before there were snowflakes
filling the distance from me to you
but now it hangs awkwardly 
hesitating to fall into place