Cloud smeared sky. Me inside.
Blossoms blossoming to their hearts content.
After the long grey winter
the sun has graced us with her presence
and a little bud has broken open in my heart.
Hope and happiness stroll sweetly through my garden
leaving their dust on everything they touch.
I peek through my curtain and long to lay down next to the daffodils
and let the soil soak my feet
and the sun smooch my winter white skin.
Work must continue on
But my days are now more long
and the frost on my toes and pillow is melting
leaving behind sweet blossoms of the future.
and little buds of possibility.