Brimming with anticipation
I observed you peeking through the snow
Reminding me of why I long for you
But you resist my silent beckoning
You scornfully ignore the birds’ appeal
I invite you to stay a while
And you smile…
Your warmth gently caresses my cheek, promising to return
All in good time, you whisper
No matter how long I wait
You are welcomed with open arms
And I celebrate your arrival
Hoping you will linger a bit longer
But your appeal lies within your ephimerality
For renewal can’t endure
It must, always, return…
