I step outside.
The rushing water whizzes past me in the brook.
I step farther and farther into the mud.
The birds chirp with excitement,
And the flowers have begun to blossom.
But the mud is getting deeper and deeper.
A car races by quickly, turning around the bend.
I turn to see the pile of snow getting smaller,
But that means more mud is to come.
The sun beats down on me,
But I still need my winter coat.
My mom pulls into the driveway.
Her car caked in mud.
I turn back through the mud as I dream of spring.