Frozen

As the first blossoms peeped in
Through the half closed windows,
The dew drops sparkled temptingly,
The leaves waltzed with the soft breeze.

So I let go of the warm blankets,
Longing for the warmth of the sun on my face.
I took off the soft slippers and stepped out
To feel the moist grass under my feet.

But the sky was still grey and
The cold breeze stung my cheeks.
My feet were buried in the slush of melting snow.
I stooped over, shivering.

'I must run back inside,' I think,
'Hide myself again in soft, warm feathers.'
But I stand here, frozen.
Waiting for the sun...