I am awaiting Spring.
I long to see trees bloom again,
Hear robins sing.
The days when I enjoyed the snow’s charms -
Forever gone.
And now as I am trying to keep warm,
Winter’s in my bones.
I long to sit outside, content,
Happy, at ease,
And smell the lilac’s cloying scent
Wafting on the breeze.
Perhaps now it is time to admit
That I’ve turned old,
And that I am now no longer fit
To brave the cold...