Wishing for Spring

Today when I woke up

it was 10 degrees, 

10 sad, sad degrees

so I was forced to wear my boyfriend's itchy gray cardigan

I shouldn't complain

since I quite like it,

minus the prickly feeling it gives me on my tummy,

but the quad looked like the tundra today 

and my hat flattens my bangs down

so they jut out 

over my eyes;

I just found an eyelash on my keyboard

a real eyelash, surprisingly not covered in any mascara

I never wish on the mascara covered ones

they just don't seem pure enough to be lucky

to have that wish granting power, you know?

anyhow, this eyelash that I just blew off the tip of my finger 

made me feel a bit better about the weather

if it was a realistic wish, I would have wished for spring

for spring to come right now

so I could wake up, look out my window at the bright green grass

and whip out those open toe shoes once again

for they have been collecting dust in their boxes

I can't wait for spring to finally arrive

so I can eat strawberries

in every way, because I realized that I truly take them for granted

seeing as I haven't had them in months

I'll eat them covered in chocolate and cake icing,

sliced up in my Honey Bunches of Oats in the morning

in their natural state still dewy from being washed as I do my Sociology readings

chopped up in a fruit medley

the possibilities are endless

fruit salad sounds so nice to me right now

just the way my mom used to make it when I was young

sliced apples, crisp

bright green kiwi rounds and sweet pear bit hiding behind juicy orange slices

I'd like to fix myself a bowl of fruit salad

and sit out in the grass and attempt to read

I'd probably spend most of my time brushing the ants off my legs

nevertheless I'd be happy

if spring would just come a bit quicker.