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…


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