Spring Longing Poem by Pippa Moss

Dragging the Christmas tree out the door,
a longing begins that grips at my core.
The first two months almost wished away,
my mood, like the sky, tinged with grey.
When there's no more festive songs to sing,
I'm longing just longing for it to be Spring.

I search for signs that it's getting near,
green shoots breaking through, buds to appear.
As life inches up despite the frost,
I too, start to feel that little less lost.
A buzz inside knowing it's about to begin,
Winter farewell, make way for Spring.

Days getting longer, so good for the soul,
the rush in the dark now a pleasant stroll.
Instead of appearing like Michelin men,
layers come off, we're lighter again.
Children enjoying a slide and a swing,
faces smiling that it's finally Spring.

After missing the sight of colour around,
crocuses in purple and yellow abound.
The sun on my face, the desire to plan,
gathering momentum now that I can.
I find myself gazing on the world afresh,
warmth in my bones, there's Spring in my step.