Longing
By Roseanna B
Published 14 April 2023
I grieve the passing winter's day
the mellow air it left behind
I'll sit amongst the budding leaves
and wait for spring to pass on by
the summer comes and brings the heat
conceited birds that sing with glee
autumn arrives along with ease
I'll sit and trace the leaves
I'll wait under the old oak tree
for winter's breeze to set me free