winter spring

wind whips whispering past your pink pert nose in that whimsical fashion you longed for staring out of your glazed window of frosted snow peaks and perks

breathe in, into, out, out to

and

gusting frigid air hits the center of your chest

you long to hold that breath there for as long as you can, nestle it with you into summertime where the muggy dampness oppresses, presses, and then depresses you

yes,

this sensation of brisk clean air and soft sunlight

zesty, zingy, zippy floral scents as people whisk around you

rhubarb, cherry, strawberry

a signal that spring is near