Spring Is In My Hair

It isn’t in the air yet. 

The frost still has a bite. 

And the wind is never gentle. 

No way to fly a kite. 

No, it isn’t in the air yet

No matter how I wish

But spring is in my hair

I can feel it. 

It’s pulling on the strands, 

Wishing them away

To build and play and run

On every single day

To scatter life and growing

And splatter colors so 

But It has to go on hold 

Because springs only in my hair

And the air is still just cold

Oh what a sadness

What dismal gray cast skies

I want to see the greening

But the sparkles only in my eyes 

My nose can smell the sawdust

My hands can feel the fluff

But my brain looks out the window

And tells me just give up

Because the season is fickle

It likes to tempt and tease

When spring finally casts out winter

It will not be with ease

It might just cause a tempest 

It might force winds to blow

But soon enough the signs will come 

and then I’ll really know

But for now I’ll go on dreaming

With the tendrils in my hair

And wait for blessed spring time 

to finally reach the air