"When a soul longs for warmth of day"
When there is dusk in the afternoon sky
and the air is reminiscent of cooler days that should have past,
my soul experiences a painful eagerness for the return of spring's bliss.
When the clouds that hinder the light relinquishes moisture brought from afar
with no end in sight,
pausing only as to allow the draft frigid despair
I hang my head,
felicity gone from my thoughts,
as if all hope has vanished.
I then close my eyes and desire that when they open,
it where all a dream and the warmth of a splendid day shall return.
Instead, I receive a bitter reminder of nature's un-relentless force
that I can manage no more than my own self-can.