Marigolds in Spring

I took a long hike yesterday afternoon though the snow-covered hills and trees. As beautiful as it was with all the white branches and fresh pure snow, I found myself missing spring. I love winter, I think there is just something magical about snow and ice, but sometimes I yearn for the sweet scents of spring. I want to feel the warm breeze in my hair and the caress of soft grass between by toes. I wrote this poem after my hike yesterday. I hope you like it!

Marigolds in Spring

On winter nights when cold sets in

A deepening longing grows within

Within my soul, within my heart

This is when the yearnings start

When ice and snow cover the ground

When the moaning wind is the only sound

I slip away to my own green place

The only time when I feel safe

It’s always spring in my green land

Always warm like sun-kissed sand

My home is there on sylvan shores

Near wind-swept fields and mossy moors

Where brooks begin and winter ends

I follow birds around the bends

Of winding creeks like sparrows sing

Just like the marigolds in spring

                                                    - Piper Quinn