Waiting for Blossoms

For Writer's Cramp: a bref double about spring

Snow now leaves from our sight
To return again another year
The air warms from the sun
Birds return from southern dwelling

Trees will soon blossom
Pretty colors to dazzle the light
Impatiently I wait until then
Not noticing the rain falling

Soon in the sky will be a kite
Marking a playful time for kids
Everything will be a pleasant sight
Strings fighting to come undone

The blossoms are late, here falls night
I only hope we haven’t harmed that sun