When the hot, humid days of summer linger
and the crisp, cool days of autumn
hold nothing but empty promises,
I remember the first days of spring.
I remember days when I longed
for the warmth
of the summer sun.
I remember when daffodils
forced their bright heads
through the cold and sleepy earth
and sweet-smelling air
rushed in like breaths of freedom
I remember when tender feet
once hibernating in winter shoes
felt the first soft blades of grass
I remember Ella dancing Barefoot in the Spring.
