All That is Missing: Early Spring
A row of crocuses, light purple fluff,
are lined under the dogwood.
The nearby daffodils have not thrust their
green stems from the ground, yet,
soon to become crowned glory.
The irises, rose bushes, dogwood, and fig trees
are still hibernating, waiting patiently
for warmer weather.
But today, in March, it is a
warm, sunny day, inviting me outside.
I step on the deck, facing the sun's beams.
I pull up my sleeves and pant legs
revealing arms and legs white as Mulberry silk.
With a single-minded purpose,
I walk on the cement path that used to surround a pool,
enjoying the spring breeze.
I reach the wooden chair that sits near the raised bed.
I carry it to the deck and place it, facing the sun.
I sit there for a few minutes, feeling the warm rays
on my thirsty skin. I must soak in the sun daily, but
in increments, because I burn easily.
Now all that is missing is you.
March 12, 2025
Ipatia (Patty) Apostolides
