Spring Blooms

Spring is finally beginning
it's not obvious
with the cool breeze blowing
or the lingering snow
but it is creeping out.
You can smell it
in the rich smell of earth.
And as I breathe it in
I find buds growing sprouting
in my chest
the beginnings of a longing
for sunshine and warmth
to lay down on green grass
listening to the bird songs
and stretch towards blues skies
to smell wildflowers
and tramp through meadows
to drink in the beauty and life
of spring with greedy gulps
and lavish in its splendor.
Yes with this little inkling
that spring is here
I can once again bloom.

I want to

Post Secret

Long Remembered

I cannot concentrate again.
My mind is set on wandering
down a well trodden path
that leads to you.
It has been years since we've spoken.
Years since our eyes met,
as they occasionally did.
And yet...
yet I find myself coming back to you.
Painting a picture of you in my mind.
Some days it is ugly,
I pronounce all of your faults.
Others, though,
show the idol I thought you once to be.
Those are the days I long for touch,
for kinds words and good wit,
for adventure and mischief
and the warmth of smile.
And I know, I know, I know
I ought not.
I know I should take your image
your memory, and seal you away in my mind.
Lock you up in maximum security
and forget to feed you.
You never were any good for me.
For all this trouble,
all this wasted energy,
all these nights laying awake,
Do you ever even think of me?