Outside the window Is a dissimilar world Of white and tense gray. Absent the sun’s warming glow The tired snow remains unfurled. Waiting and wanting For the water to set free As it is now spring. Many colors will it bring And will put leaves on each tree. Every day I watch Praying for the warmth to come Quickly to my place So I do not see a swatch. To see the ground will be awesome. My drab winter coat Is now stored in the closet. The sky is bright blue. Out of storage comes the boat There is music in my strut.
The air is crisp as a fresh picked apple,
Makes not a sound moving between the trees.
Showing little, the moon appears bashful,
Or just acting playful, being a tease.
A sprinkle of stars are but a cupful.
Playing hide and seek with the draperies,
So numerous floating by, quite agile.
Looking up at the sky puts me at ease.
Huffing and puffing sending smoke signals,
Warning all there is a chill in the air.
My ears feel the cold air taking nibbles.
Surely, the proper clothing I don’t wear.
Yielding with hand out to catch the crystals.
Such foolishness for I did not prepare.
Like a child released several giggles.
I better move quickly using great care.
Within minutes white stuff covers my hair.
Each flake falls like feathers scattered about,
Not so thick my vision it would impair.
Feeling a special joy in being out.
Catching the white flakes with my stuck out tongue,
Wondering what will happen with winter,
Weather having so nonchalantly sprung?
Time to move to where it will be warmer.