We Yearn For Spring

Poetry is hard in the winter.

It is inexplicable but,

for me,

definitely true.

In the spring, summer, and fall, 

there are limitless possibilities, 

endless inspirations.

Ideas for poems spring from just about anything.

But in the winter,

inspiration is much less plentiful.

I have to search harder 

just to find a deeper meaning.

That is why so many of us yearn for the spring-

we all have poetry 

somewhere inside-

and it's hard to find in the winter.

Everyone can find beauty in the boundless slopes of pristine snow that mark the beginning of the season.

But in the middle, when the days are marked only by the flipping of the calendar

When every time I pull up the shade the landscape is the same mixture of brown and shades of gray,

Finding new things,

finding new ways to see things,

gets hard.

That is why we yearn for spring.