musing about new love
It was a bottle up and save for later day,
The kind that comes every so often
so rare for February, closer to May.
The snow clouds began to soften,
a warm breeze blew across the glen.
I guess springtime was in the air,
because I felt like dancing again.
I remember sunlight in your hair
and slowly rediscovering love again
as warmth soothed winter’s pain.