Spring

The land holds it breath for spring
The flowers bloom slowly with uncertainty
The trees don't dance.
I miss the vibrant green of grass.
The blooms of flowers.
And most of all the trees dancing.
The birds chirp but in winter voices.
The sun casts a dank shadow across the earth.
Why can't Spring come faster.
The fields turning to streams.
The trees bearing new leaves.
The warmth of sun against my pale skin.
The kisses of southern winds.
All I want is spring to come.