Last Dance

March 20th. I glance at the calendar one more time to make sure that I have not temporarily lost my mind.
Yes, it is March 20th...the first day of Spring. Yet, this scene outside my kitchen window looks like the hand-painted winter wonderland on the coffee mug from which I sip. The tree in our backyard sways and struggles against a bitter wind. I shake my head and smile as I watch the brand new buds on its branches turn from green to white.

"May I cut in?"

asks the old man-

last dance

hanging them

on the crescent moon,

these thoughts

I'm just too tired

to think...

(at the end of a busy week......exhausted. ONE DAY 'TIL SPRING BREAK!!! :)

smiling brown eyes

reflect four tiny flames-

when did I go

from counting toes

to counting candles?

aching for spring-

I only thought I loved

anticipation