the weekend was cold and snowy, 
but there are moments i can already smell Spring, 
just a hint 
my fingers itch to get out there in the garden
 and clear away the dry stems and leaves from last year,
prune the roses and plant out the pansy seedlings i sowed last year,
i long for fllowers, for bees and birds and sun on my face,
whisper and desires
 
 
