Where I live, sometimes winter can masquerade as early spring. We find warmer days, and sometimes new growth, only to be held once again in winter’s embrace once the snow blows in again. It never stays for long, so we linger there, between the two seasons… waiting.
The grass was a little greener, less peaked
the sky was the truest shade of blue.
A gentle wind blew
and silhouettes stood in the distance,
kite strings held close
and I could see in their smiles –
they wished to fly too.
The clouds beckoned, for dreamy stare
and dogs barked in the distance
as we walked,
laughing, holding hands
and today was a lot like
yesterday in spring,
when the world once again
awoke from gentle slumber.
has finally awaken
that gentle song within my heart,
but I know it won’t be long
before snow dances across the landscape
and I only wish that winter’s rest
It has been such a silent,
cold breath upon the window
where I etch out my time
waiting for nature’s chance to sing
so that I may again listen.
© Sumyanna 2017
Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: quicken
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