just like when the sun rises after a cumbersome and lonely night,
soon, along with the flower buds waking from their perennial nap
or the baby birds hatching out of a cozy coma
so too will i break out of shell-like bad habits of winter;
the hindering of springthings
and stretch my legs out on summer's turf
and yell "here i am!"
i've been gone so long
but must rejoice
influenced by wine
it's about time
this summer is mine.