february 8, 2002

I want snow, or else crocuses.
Tired of this in-between.
Winter or Spring. Not February.


(gray days are nice, too, sometimes.
i want to be indoors,
cuddle-huddled under comfortors and
sipping chamomile-mint tea.)

(i long for the feeling of cool
salt air on hot days,
for the smell of ice melting.
i long for blossoming things.)

(maybe most of all,
i want after-dinner sunsets,
fireflies dotting the air like lazy stars,
humid heat and breezes.)