Although the wind blows
over the prairie
the temperature
reminds of the end of winter
the end of the short days
the long nights of uncertainty
it feels like a delayed flight
to meet with someone
someone you want to see again
far away and close
looking directly at you
waiting to depart
days go with this tease
saying I’m here
but not here yet
like an invite
the date isn’t here yet
but close
and around the corner
springs invitation
asks us all inside
Newdrivehome 
Leave a comment