Wednesday, March 16, 2011

I am ready for you, Summer.

I am so ready for you,
I can see you cresting over the hilltop,
carrying your beach buckets
full of sand;
wiggling your toes in
defrosting my soul with your ever
approaching arrival.

Melt away, winter.
Go away, frost.
You’ve had your turn, and now
your time
is up.

I’m trading you in, for
a different kind of love;
catching my breath in
holding my heart
in buckets full of sand;
watching you crest the hilltop
with my hope, and your arrival.

© afterthoughtcomposer

1 comment:

Mama said...