Spring

I sit here gazing out my frosty cold window at the snow covered ground.

The trees covered in white frosty snow.

The temperature a very cold -10. How cold it is.

As I sit here I remember the warm breeze of spring.

The soft pitter patter of rain as it hits everything outside.

I can almost see the flying robins as they land freshly blossomed trees.

Buds on every tree in site, the flowers blossoming in every garden.

I can feel the warmth of the sun as it shines every so brightly.

I miss the breeze of Spring and wish for it to return to me.

As I sit gazing out my snow covered window the vision of spring fills my head.

The coldness of winter disappears ever so fast.

Spring how I miss you.