I am daydreaming of Spring
But too early, I'm afraid.
And a thick blanket of snow stands
Between me and the renewal I am looking for.
It is as if the world is reborn
Through an old black-and-white television set,
But the dinner table is empty
And Jackie Gleason isn't here to make me laugh.
It's all just static,
White noise...
Awaiting the technicolor sunshine
That only comes with the passage of time.
I forget, for now, the blue of sky
And wonder if ever
I will feel warm again.
Alas, the second hand moves too slowly
For me to count, as I wait
Impatiently
For the first signs of life
From this frozen ground.