Why does rain always seem to turn to snow
when I look away?
Just for a moment, my head is turned
and water freezes.
The frost looks beautiful on my window,
the snow is enchanting on the trees,
but I thought spring was coming soon.
winter was in the past,
dripping away from our memories
like cool, clear water
from an icicle.
I stood outside,
comfortable without my jacket on,
and I wished to myself,
I let myself believe,
the cold was gone.
I will see new puddles forming
on the sidewalks outside
and I will take a walk
through the wet snow,
my breath the same colour as the air.
I know that spring will come,
but I won't trust the world to give it to me soon.
I know that things are changing
all around me,
but I refuse to get my hopes up
until the changes are fully here.
Deep in my heart is a vision of summer,
one with a hot sun
and green grass
and flowing water.
I'll let myself wish for a field of flowers,
but not until the ice is all gone.