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.
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.