I sit in my swing and train my eyes
to the sky as blue as a robin’s egg,
and wish for a lawn all fragrant and green
as the freshly cut flowers’ leaves and stems.
I sit in my swing and wait for spring
like two doves on a branch in the tree
waiting also for warm weather like me.
I sit in my swing and wait for spring
and let the warm sun bathe my face
thinking all the ways I will enjoy warm days
while old snow melts leaving no trace.
I sit in my swing and wait for spring
looking at the ways I can garden and bring
new life to the roots of all that lay
dormant through the winter until this May
when the scent of lilac and roses I smell
while I sit in my swing and enjoy the spring,
and listen to the choir of birds that sing.
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Joyce E. Johnson © 2015
Reflections 