Racing Thoughts

The cold wind blows in the frigid north. Snow has fallen.. No sign of spring. Dreams of sunshine and fresh, warm air captivate my mind, my entire being. Birds fly ramped no shelter from the chill. I feel their pain, though there's not much I can do. Another thought enters this very open mind. The meeting of a loved one, which may take some time. Though I am willing to wait, sometimes my thoughts race. I still dream of spring and a very friendly face. I look forward to the season where warmth arrives. Along with my dreams; reality will be mine.