Wednesday, March 16, 2011

I am ready for you, Summer.

.
.
I am so ready for you,
Summer.
I can see you cresting over the hilltop,
carrying your beach buckets
full of sand;
wiggling your toes in
anticipation;
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
anticipation;
holding my heart
in buckets full of sand;
watching you crest the hilltop
with my hope, and your arrival.

© afterthoughtcomposer

1 comment:

Mama said...

*sigh*