The breeze whispers down my throat,
She's screaming that spring has came.
Spring has came.
Spring has been here.
All along
the dear sun,
my love,
is trying to manifest hisself through
the snow,
to penetrate the grass and dirt,
so the worms may crawl,
and the birds may caw,
all over again.
But my dear love,
cannot get through this snow and had
nowhere to go,
except back up into my eyes.
Blinded I can only stare at the pavement
laid in nearly straight concrete,
glazed with water,
of what the sun has already let himself into.
And though we wait and dance and cheer
for spring,
the sun has to rest to darkness, and in such darkness comes the cold.
The cold that gives the snow a head start,
and a harder job for Sun.
One day again,
the rabbits will dance,
and the dogs will arf,
the flowers will bloom,
and I'll see you,
waiting on a swing,
at the elementary school park.