Winter, soon a memory.

I had forgotten what warm air felt like
Until today.
Snow, melting into streams
along the side of the road,
Inviting memories of playing as a child.
When I imagined small pieces of wood
to be boats, floating to the ocean.
I feel the squish of red mud under my boots
And catch the smell of a distant Spring.
My canine companion happy
to be away from the confinements of home.
Upon returning from my walk
I cut the sagging branches
off the Linden's in my yard.
I put them all together
into a pile, to await the sad separation
from the stately trees.
Mother Nature was overzealous
in her stormy pruning.
Then I find a deck chair,
faded with too many summers
and wobbly with it's cheapness.
I sit and turn my pale face
to the sun
And dream of summer.