i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

in which spring finally lifts its skirts and stirs the first wonderful scents of the season.

a full day

of the good and the bad.

of many types of smiles,

and little joys that i keep close to my heart.

the future is so close i can almost taste it.

the year is so close to its end that flurries rip through organs that have lay numb

all winter.

things to think about,

so hard to control.

you and my affections

never lie far from my mind.