Longing To...

We all reveled in the brief warmth and bit of sun yesterday;

before heavy thunderstorms moved in and temps nose-dived!

On Saturday I saw a few tractors in fields and thought
maybe this is the beginning of the end of the spring that would not be!
but this morning optimism takes another hit while
 we pray that farmers can keep their cool/faith and patience!

 This morning (because its a holiday here) I could

'linger longer at the brook that took so long to sing' (see below)

 last year above...this year below

 Last year above...this year below

 Last year above...this year below

 Last year above...this year below

 last year above...this year below

We are all longing to...

To wade through leas where green grass gleams and ripples in the sun

To be a little more carefree where barefoot children run

To make the most of idle time, sprawled beneath sapphire deep

Or take an afternoon to climb a flower-studded steep

Or linger longer at the brook that took so long to sing

While we were waiting for the melody that we call spring

And shivered in our sugar-coated platitudes and such

Where it seemed somehow summer’s harbinger had lost its touch

© Janet Martin