FOUND

[Written, around this time, a year ago.]

To dream.

Of spring.

For that long, heavy rain to wash away ill will & actions that spoke too loud.

Reviving the soil to bud with good intentions.

Insouciance lay dormant under our feet.

Anticipating hibernations end.

Homecomings that wield a sweet breeze of relief.

The cure to cabin fever I've been pining for.

Winters snuffed out.
Our hearts so eager to thaw.
I will shed my coat and scarf & bask in the sun.

The Robins assure me its time.

[Oh how things have changed, but I haven't]