It’s like the anticipation of a 4-year old
Standing outside with raised hands
Covered with woolly mittens
Beckoning for that enlarged snowflake
To cut through cold air
And find its warmth on tiny tongue –
Anxious for what’s to come
There is no tomorrow
Only the moment of now
Reluctantly gave up microwaved dreams
For oven-baked goals
No need for beliefs-
Because I KNOW
That I will reap the greatest rewards
That life could ever offer.
© Shay Fresh.