A Wish for Spring

All the long and lonely winter, hearts beckon with wishes for Spring. Chilled beneath a blanket of snow, deep dark and cold, echoes of a robin's warble and fleeting dreams of hazy mornings grip my memories where hammocks slowly swing in a shaded grove. Just as promised when Autumn fell, I kept a wish locked lost and lazy in the mist where daydreams dwell, so many days left waiting since November locked October's door. Persistent as a quest that's sating, reveling in the season's rains, spring slips sultry, summer's sister teases us with earth's refrain. Underneath ice coated boughs the very last of winter falls like a tickled xylophone, until the yellow suns of Summer strike a zenith in June.