After the Winter

After the Winter

After the winter
I hope you send me a song
with notes of cherry blossoms
and accents of lavender
Tell me where I need to be
and I will go and meet you there

After the winter
with legs weakened by too much
sitting in snowed-in cabins
and too much waiting for the spring
I'll sing to you the lyrics of our song
and present to you my mother's ring

It's nowhere near spring at the moment. I don't really know what today's piece is about but I just wanted to write something and get it out of the way. Peace out.