Gone are the days when I lay on the couch
By the crackling wood stove
Huddled under a blanket with five cats…
Sleeping on, or near me.
Gone are the cabin fevered stares
Of those cats who don’t understand
When I tell them it’s too cold outside…
Gone are the silent crisp nights
When I have to convince
Our two dogs they need to go outside…
They can’t hold it all night
Gone are the mornings
When I leave early to remove the built-up snow
From my car’s windshield…
And drive more carefully on the ice.
Gone are the times
When I sit in wonder.
Watching the landscape turn white…
In a beautiful dance of the snowflakes.
Gone is the silence of snow
And the soothing patter of rain
Or the roar of the wind…
Pounding its fury against the house.
Gone are those candle lit nights
When the outside rages on
Gone are the coats, boots, hats and mittens…
All tucked away until next season.
These things are gone
But, they are coming back
Until then I sit outside…
Surrounded by life.
The birds are singing,
And the crows screeching
As I catch the sweet scent of the flowers…
A small fluffy cloud floats by.
The cats sit by me, again
Basking in the sun, along with my dogs
This will be gone soon, too…
When the leaves start to fall.
Each season is unique
In what they have to offer
Now, I’m blessed in a spring moment…
In its blissful brilliance before–it’s gone.
Embrace your inner child with poetry! D.L. Finn