• I hear the sweet calls of morning birdsong

    I smell the earthy aroma of thawing ground

    I feel the lukewarm brush of a spring breeze

    My head is light from these overwhelming sensations

    My body yearns to feel pulsing heat on my skin

    I feel as if my heart is defrosting with the ground

    At each chirp, I feel a sense of excitement

    My calm face seems to vacuum up the rising heat like a sponge in water

    I ache for heat a little more

    I open my eyes

    I see the mysterious glimmer of… SNOW?

    Why are we taunted by the beginnings of spring

    When winter clearly draws on?