I Long For Spring

More welcome than snow

the sound of rain in winter.

I wish it were spring.

Waking to utter darkness -

the nights here are much too long.

My editor eyes

are always on the same page.

a power couple -

fatigued by time’s passing

and too many letters per page.

Can’t quite fall asleep

the hunger to write is strong -

my son snores softly.

that chrysalis of linen

his blue and grey lullaby.