The Winter of the Spring
Posted: April 20th, 2011, 11:36 pm
In the morning...
I awoke to the quiet wind
And the sound of flakes hitting the window
Dew, frosted over... hiding any sight of the April I was promised.
In the night, I was hassled by rain, and hail
Drenched and unhappy
Feeling as if I had been robbed of the promise of new flowers...
Trees reborn...
The smell of warm weather on the air.
45 degrees outside and everyone barbeques.
They know it doesn't get better than this.
I yearn for the promise of the Mexican vendor carts on every major corner,
Selling Styrofoam cups filled with corn drenched in a heart attack
Big slices of fresh melons,
Little pinwheel chips
Slushies...
And a smile, en espanol.
Nothing more than a dollar or 2 because they understand the value of it
I yearn for the sidewalk soccer games played by eager young children who have chucked black and white balls at the walls begging their mothers for the chance to go outside and taste the sun
Denied by endless piles of snow and bitter cold.
I yearn even for the obnoxiously loud Mariachi music that blares from my neighbors windows...
Fighting with my Kanye West for airtime
I yearn for even a hint that winter has come to and end
When I can venture out, and enjoy the Earth again.
I awoke to the quiet wind
And the sound of flakes hitting the window
Dew, frosted over... hiding any sight of the April I was promised.
In the night, I was hassled by rain, and hail
Drenched and unhappy
Feeling as if I had been robbed of the promise of new flowers...
Trees reborn...
The smell of warm weather on the air.
45 degrees outside and everyone barbeques.
They know it doesn't get better than this.
I yearn for the promise of the Mexican vendor carts on every major corner,
Selling Styrofoam cups filled with corn drenched in a heart attack
Big slices of fresh melons,
Little pinwheel chips
Slushies...
And a smile, en espanol.
Nothing more than a dollar or 2 because they understand the value of it
I yearn for the sidewalk soccer games played by eager young children who have chucked black and white balls at the walls begging their mothers for the chance to go outside and taste the sun
Denied by endless piles of snow and bitter cold.
I yearn even for the obnoxiously loud Mariachi music that blares from my neighbors windows...
Fighting with my Kanye West for airtime
I yearn for even a hint that winter has come to and end
When I can venture out, and enjoy the Earth again.