still icy steps
of summer nostalgia
in my yard

 

The cold Winter day was spreading through the yard. By the window I longingly gazed at our trellis covered in grape vines and beyond at the garden. It seemed to have been an unusually long Winter, as if Spring had decided to delay its arrival. I missed the sunshine and everyday activities around the house and I tried to imagine the perennials in flower amidst an invasion of bees and butterflies, the sour cherry tree and the sweet cherry tree in bloom, the red fruit, the birds having brunch in their treetops leaving some cherries for us to pick. I was tired of my multi-layered clothing, moving about like a bear and wished for some light summery outfits and the warmth of the sun on my old bones and certainly the energy and the illusion of youth.