Snow and ice aren’t very nice,
once thoughts have moved to spring.
Still sleeping in can be a win,
such warmth those blankets bring.
Today was our 24th morning with below zero temps.
The weather’s getting old, both for me and my handsome man Rex.
Midwestern winters can get a lot worse than this one, still we both knew we needed to shake off our sour attitudes some.
Rex grabbed his napping brother Tucker’s letter jacket for an early Valentine’s date at our favorite coffee and crepe shop.
We immediately knew we’d scored a win as we walked in the door and smelled the sweet scents from the oven.
Though my glasses were steamed up as I approached the counter, I could see there was one chocolate chip cookie left just for us though Rex preferred the long, thin crispy wafer that came with our cappuccino.
Rex was attracting more than a few smiles in spite of a mohawk that’s gone radically rogue. In fact, I even thought I caught him winking back at a couple of stylish young ladies at the next table glancing his direction.
But then a slightly older, smiling woman walked up to us and said, “Oh, but I can tell he’s a good boy. In fact, a VERY good boy! I can see it in his eyes.”
Suddendly Rex looked up at me for a moment and gave me some sweet and gentle kisses on my hand.
I warmly nodded at the woman and told her, “Oh, yes. This loving Valentine is most definitely a winner.”
The ice around here has been cruel, but not the winter.
Yet both have taken a hiatus, at least for now.
Since its been a long while, I thought I’d walk a country mile.
My hunger for the smells, sights, and sounds of a rural spring were making me weak this morning.
And though our February thaw’s only a tease, I’ll take it.
I found myself leaving behind tax files on the kitchen table to deal with another day.
That day’s already penciled in for Saturday, when the snow and bitter cold’s expected to return.
After all, we know old man winter’s never been a pushover.
On a mid February day I might dream of walking a crowded beach in Florida.
Or if I’m smart I can accept my present state.
And today there’s no other place I’d rather be.
With temps this afternoon in the 60s, I strolled along the lake’s peaceful shoreline.
Sure, I found more snow than sand.
Yet the views beyond warmed my soul.
So did the strong rays from the sun beaming down on my pale, winter weary face.
It seems a few of us snow birds always stay put, I was thinking as I listened to one chirping flock right above me.
They were busily checking out the beach’s newest Purple Martin house.
These early birds may have only been looking to ‘get the worm.’
As for me, I’m only looking to find an early spring.
And I believe I may have just found it.