I’m watching my body shift
like the landscape outside the window
and it’s like spring won’t wait
with new blooms -fresh and unexpected
as I am caught unawares
feeling overwhelmed and eager
to rush across the room
just for a hug, long and warm
warm as the sun in March
trumping a windy day
a first kiss for an old body
feeling new yet inevitable.
The Word Rummager 
Leave a comment