Winter be gone
I badly want for spring; the bird calls, blooming flowers, luscious greenery, picnics in the park. I crave to garden and reap what I sow. I desire to walk bare-footed on thick grass, feel rich soil between my fingers and toes, chase a squirrel or 2. I yearn to dance in the rain and howl at a full moon. I wish to feel at peace with my surroundings and avariciously savor the gift that is being.