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Spring is finally noticably here. The warm comfortable air, and the chilly nights.
It smells SOO good here, in the moutains. Cut grass, freshly buding trees, just the smell of comfort. I sit with my window wide open, and i write in my poetry book, and it just feels so relaxing and great. Of c ourse i have to take claritin again, but thats ok. I love spring time.
I wish i had someone to share spring with heh. Someone that i can dress up in little skirts and tank tops for heh. I think im going to write a poem, cause i just want to... so here goes.
"Times like this, are worth waiting for"
The days are longer now, so it seems like it takes forever for night to fall. And when it finally does, it never sticks around but for a short period of time. In between the time it takes for day to turn into night, and night to completely become day, there's this calm comforted feeling, Like this is the time that families start to gather in their homes, Working mom's or dads server dinner, the kids come in for a little because the street lights are starting to come on, Everyone's favorite tv shows are starting, the entire neghbor hood smells of a mix of freshly cooked entrees. School is slowly starting to let out, so bed times are delayed, and curfews are later. It gets darker and darker around you, but in a soothing way, All the windows in the house are wide open, so the cool breeze thats comes only from the night circulates through out, and calms everyone's breathing. You hear the older, but still young children, playing games in the streets, and you recognize voices. The oldest children drove off somewhere, shortly after dinner, and you jsut know they're getting into everything you used to, and maybe more. The the youngest is on the couch, with you and your husband, spread out across your laps, asleep, just as their favorite show goes off. This is the time your husband carries them up to bed, and you help to tuck them in. A time through out the day, that you and him have time to your selves to cuddle and watch your favoite shows... or maybe to make love with the tv in the background... again that day. Hours are passing, and the streets start to quiet. All you hear, is children being called in side, begging for another hour or two, them getting their way, as least for a little while, then finally various neighbor hood door shutting the kids are beckoned for the fourth and fifth times, cars pulling up, for the people who had to work late, The oldest return, and lock theirselves in their room, playing new music, and talking on the phone, or computer. You know they'll probably leave again once you go to bed. Everything has wound down for the night, birds aren't cherping any more, a car passes every so often, and now it's night. I'll be waiting for these nights, to spend it with some one, and when they come, i hope i make the best of them, and i hope i remember, that times like these are worth waiting for.
Desiree Morris 4-4-05
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