Longing for spring…

When quarantine wasn’t the norm

and Mother Earth was in her true form;

The winter Sun was glinting through the grey sky,

on the au naturel trees whose grace it did amplify.

My mind was orchestrating the sweet blossom

assuming, passing the vernal equinox would be awesome!

The clock shifted, the season changed;

A natural havoc on the planet deranged.

Now in enclosement we zoom, bake and sing;

But I still long to see the fervent spring.