ArrivalThe days are short and dark at first, the air is cool and crisp,
I feel it biting at my skin and the loneliness sets in.
I rub my arms in discontent at stare as breath makes curls.
I shiver once and carry on until the day is gone.
The morning comes I stretch and yawn, the world it seems so light,
My gloves come off and then my coat, they prickle at my skin.
The snow it trickles off the path, with river set to swell,
The grass it seems so lush and green as the sun decides to beam.
I smile and watch, the singing bird, the flowers as they sway,
And then a bumble bee and a squirrel in a tree! Oh what a day it's been!
Then before I close my door at night, I look across the street,
And there you stand my perfect man, this can only mean one thing.
That spring had come before Id seen and now I seem to gleam!