While Looking Forward To...

My friend and I agreed this morning that we love living 

in Canada, where each season fulfills its expectation!

but sometimes 'dreams' can catch us off-guard...

remember this?!

This morning I thought of a dew, oops a few things I'm looking forward to...

To climb a long hill wild with blooms

To lie beneath heaths, summer-blue

Where green has made everything new

After winter’s weathered white plumes

To soak in pools spun by sun-beams

To revel in freshly-tilled dirt

While bright, laundry-laden lines flirt

With warm zephyrs, sassy with dreams

To linger with nary a chill

As the first, faint fingers of light

Tickle silver stars out of sight

With God’s quintessential quill

To rise and shine earlier then

When cold winter’s quarry is freed

To leap like sheared sheep in yon mead

And feel so much younger again

To reach for the stars in bare feet

To sit on the banks of a stream

And reckon that living the dream

Has never tasted quite so sweet

But then I say nay, my dear, nay

I’ll cherish the beautiful now

In every way I know how

Be glad for the gift of today

I’ll climb weathered hills of white plumes

I’ll pause beneath heaths, winter-gray

Where white is soon whispered away

By summer’s fresh sally of blooms

© Janet Martin