I See You

Spring is round the corner

There’s an itch in my fingertips

The smell in the air.

I anticipate.

I wait.

I long for it.

But the wind and rain rage

At my window, rattle

The glass and it feels like

It’s slipping away again out of sight.

The primroses, the daffodils

Are still in sight

And I hold on.

The Smell of Spring

It’s here, in the air, I can feel it –

smell it. It comes unbidden,

unexpected but it’s here, just lingering

here in the air.