Spring emerged early

An answer

to our universal need

Of first flowers

Trembling roots of trees

And the ripe smell

Of green prairie grasses

So, why do I miss

the unanswered blank

Of shorter days?

The winter white storms

that left us in darkness?

Is it normal

to long for longing?

To relish in not knowing?

To even forget

What first sun feels like

On our skin?