Sitting on the porch swing, her bare toes reach
for the rail, touch briefly before she swings
back. Spring symbol, a robin, hops across
her field of vision and sun warms the air.
With the gentle back and forth motion, she
drifts in and out of memories. Winter
almost over, as snow melts, she begins
to shed mourning, allows herself to thaw.

Dogs bark a block away, a distraction;
she wonders at their conversation, smiles
at the thought, and returns to her musing –
emotions, wild as spring storm winds, emerge.
She is at once calm and restless; pent-up
passion waiting for desire’s return.

~
Siobhan
03/08/13

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