I pull my sofa throw across my knees
thinking of when I will see some bees
buzzing around a new bloom
calling all other buzzing friends
to get that pollen
before summer ends
I look outside and know for sure the snow will melt
even though it is not felt.
Wishing for the beauty of a flower
or a pussy willow tree
to open up my soul and feel free.
I put aside my winter throw
and envision the expression of a boasting flower show
Let us bloom!
These images are taken at my yard in 2021.