enough already

encased in an itchy blanket, my favorite one in the wash.   my feet stuffed into socks.   they feel constricted and restricted, claustrophobic and suffocated.  my toes prefer to wiggle in freedom out in the open.

i yearn for blooms and buds and birds and bare naked feet.

i want to turn my face up to the sky and feel the warmth of the sun on my sunscreen smathered cheeks.  i want to utter the words  'its getting hot in here.....'

i want the roses to bloom so i can stop to smell them. 

i want butterflies to flutter-by and lightning bugs to light the sky

i want crickets and frogs to sing and orchestrate  in harmony while looking deep into the universe for that first shooting star,  laying next to my guy on soft feathery grass that still smells freshly mowed.

i want winter to go bye-bye.