It’s been a while since the flowers bloomed,
Since the trees tinseling heavy with snow didn’t gloom,
And the slippery paths wear heavy with boots.
It’s been a while since she picked her pen
Since she distracted herself from distractions within,
And wrote down –what came to her mind then.
But with the weather getting warmer,
And the shooting peonies in Spring,
A whisper in her heart, she sat with her pen again.