Wistful

_{I want my bare feet
on warm concrete,
next to thigh-deep snow;
not so much heat,
just the right amount
of cold.
It'd be nice
if there was always some ice,
but never on the roads
(maybe hanging from the windows).
The trees would be bare for
only a short amount of time:
enough to rest, and then
move on with life.
And without fail, constantly
within reach
of those I love,
and who love me.}





It'd be so nice if I could take a nap in snow & still have warm feet... and after that nap, we would all have a big bonfire and eat s'mores and have fun :D
Hey, it's okay to be wistful once in a while, I think.