Windows
all closed
Dreary
winter, all wet
nippy
wind ferociously bold
Leaves
me miserably cold.
Where
are the tulips,
the
golden sunshine?
lovely
ladybug that creeps
the
scents of roses divine?
The
air so blunt
The
skies all taunt
Melodious
bluebird
Will
you sing again?
Oh, I long for the teasing
colorful
sights
Of
blooms and buds of trees
As
they develop into leaves
The
love watching new life
As
the baby birds
and
butterflies
And
baby creatures
learning,
creeping,
crawling,
buzzing!
the
look of children’s faces
for
new sounds,
new
beginnings!
A
new flame
unfolding,
yearning,
hugging,
loving.
Hurry
dear Spring,
how
I so long for thee!
As
of now I dream
For
you to come swiftly
‘tis
the season
that
most revives me.
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