Spring Dreaming

Bring me some green grass. Let it be a shock to my system. Let me run out and feel it with my bare feet and back. Let the flowers pop up slowly around me with their shades of spring—fantastic yellows and purples and pinks.

Let me walk outside with a long sleeve shirt on and not freeze to death. Let the chickens be happy to run around their little yard and pick at non frozen ground.

Let me start my seedlings in tiny pots and rake up the garden and add some dirt to it. Let me feel the dirt in my hands.

Allow me to take a long walk with out thinking of snow, sleet, ice, frostbite or windchill. Without five layers of clothes, 2 pairs of socks and Muckboots. Let Tess dog roll around in the field by the water.

Allow me to stare at the ocean and allow thoughts to creep into my head about future swimming in spotted blue bathing suits. Drying off on a rock.

Let me think of fresh vegetables---do you remember those? Greens, tomatoes, basil.. A Pie with fresh picked berries. The smell of grilling, and a cold summer ale.

Let me recall my porch sitting days. You and me on a bench in the morning staring out at Corey's Cove with a cup of coffee in our hands. Quiet and still, and in our pajamas--- reading a paper from a few weeks ago.

Let me dream of boat rides to islands with picnic lunches. Lobster boats and watching you sail. A long novel on the beach, and kids making sand castles.

Allow me this in the depth of winter. When the windchill is -8 and there is 12 inches of snow on the ground. Allow me my dreams of spring and fantasies of summer. Its all that's getting me through.