Today, I traded in my shorts for blue jeans,
my sleeveless blouse for a sweatshirt.
The windows are shut,
the rain pounding against them...
driven by a cold wind
that blew in on a mission
to make me forget about springtime.
The sky is dreary.
I'm sipping a cup of hot tea
in my grandma's china tea cup.
I've read Sylvia Plath,
written beginnings to poems
which may or may never come to fruition...
but I always come back to the window,
gazing outside...
hoping for the return of spring.


Comments: 38
Blessings and best wishes - S.
Lovely reflection, Cheryl.
It was in the 50s this morning but suppose to hit 80 by this afternoon.
We go from cool 60 something to over 80 something in a day. Now it looks like the heat is winning!
As for the poetic weather spinerette, I can relate~we were at 38 this morning =(
For the second year in a row, it feels like fall or winter outside most of the days, and it makes me sigh. It's supposed to be Spring! Bring it back.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
I wish it would make up its mind, but it won't do that until summer gets here....UGH
Thanks! Sorry for the generic comment but I'm wading through over 500 e-mails.