In March in this exotic place,
The songbird trills in the pecan tree,
The calico cat lies curled in the fountain.
Jasmine and honeysuckle perfume each inhalation,
And the wind blesses my hair.
Back home the snow has landed again,
The wind not gentle but fierce.
It’s white all around.
I’ll go back there and bring this warmth,
My mind calmed and rested.
Back home I’ll be on the watch
For the crystalline glitter of the snow,
The comforting scent of fresh coffee,
And the chatter of chickadees and nuthatches.
I’ll shovel a path to the car
And rush to meet and talk and make music.
I’ll be on the watch for warmth.