I Miss the Spring

I miss the spring 
When color returns
And days are warm

I look through the window 
To where the flowers' struggle
Push away the heavy weight of winter

On the air is a promise
Of bare toes gliding 
through delicate blades of grass

In the depths of winter
I don't think about the constant rain
And insects buzzing in my ear

Or nights when the wind howls 
and sirens blare 
Us, hiding in safe places

Those annoyances, Petty distractions
Lay forgotten under the layers of white
Endless cold, ice, and snow