spring

The slowness of winter,
sluggish hibernation of thought
action impaired, cluttered nest
gives way to the gentle waking
of the arrival of spring-
longer days,
robins flying.
Snow melting. House sighing.
Space too small inside
itching to be out in the sun
blinking in the brightness
after months dark
feeling frenzied, frazzled,
readying for change.
Oh, sweet spring.
I've missed you.