Not Quite

It was a beautiful morning today.
It had been raining in the night
The sidewalk was still wet,
But the leaves glistened
And every now and then
A cool drop of water would tinker down
Falling in my hair like a kiss from the sky

There were small flowers along the streets
Just waiting for the untimely showers to end,
For the sun to shine again
For the inevitable spring,
Peeking its head around the corner,
Refusing to give up
Its annoying little game of hide and seek.

Parents walked their children to school
Adorable little twinkies
Just starting to walk comfortably
Babes whose hands you want to hold
Because they're too precious
For you to risk letting them trip,
Or even leave your sight.

It was a beautiful, precious morning,
The breeze was like whispers
That never left the lips.
The bloom of the flowers,
Hiding like closely guarded secrets
Behind deceptive eyes,
That look into yours with mock confidence.

The morning brought a smile
Just to the corners of my mouth
The heart was afraid to flutter
Like a butterfly
That might not make it through a downpour.
Oh! The wretched anticipation.
Just arrive already you elusive spring.