Waiting For Spring

With the sun starting to show itself more often, and the birds chirping, I am getting excited for Spring to come so I can get outside and do some yard work and gardening.  But living in Canada, I know I shouldn't hope to do any of that for at least another 2-3 months.  (sigh)  So in the meantime I am posting a poem I wrote a couple years ago, to fill myself with nice thoughts of Spring to come.

My Secret Home

Closing my eyes

Time slowly dies

Mind and body release

The wind it blows

Grass sways below

I feel a calming peace

I breath the air

It licks my hair

Standing there all alone

In nature's songs

My heart belongs

This is my secret home

-Charity-

Doesn't this picture just suit my poem so well!  Ahhh...  Enjoy!