The air is bitterly cold as I step outside. 
The wind is sharp and cutting and my coat 
offers little warmth on such a day. 
The snow is ankle deep 
with patches of ice here and there. 
My spirits plummet downward as I think 
of what awaits me on the long drive ahead. 

How I long for it—-springtime and all that it entails. 
My thoughts take me back to earlier this year.

The flowers in full bloom 
giving off their intoxicating aroma 
wafting through the air. 
The aroma awakens my nose and other senses 
as I am entranced by the beauty of the flowers. 

The Almighty making the leaves of the tree 
dance to and fro by exhaling 
as if to blow the earth a kiss. 
The cool invigorating breeze
that ensues from the kiss 
is a balm to my body and soul. 

The warm caress of the sun on my face 
soothes me as the gentle touch of a lover.

I watch a squirrel steal some seeds 
from a bird feeder 
and scamper hurriedly up a tree. 
The earth is teaming with life.  
Everything is green and lush. 

Reality bites me back to the present 
in the form of a frigid wind 
taking its revenge upon my face. 
Oh, how I dread winter. 

Springtime, come early and stay late is my plea.