The days are starting to warm up,
and the streets are getting slushy.
The air isn’t so bitter,
and the breeze is more friendly.
It has been a long winter,
but also a good one.
My soul yearns for the spring rain,
and the grass on the ground.
I wait for the death of one season
as I wait for the rebirth of another.
It seems like the wait will be forever.
We are so close.
kaleidoscopeonline.ca 