Kimberly Holman

The peaceful winter woods

Will soon give way to spring

Songbirds at the tops of trees

Will flutter about and sing

And I the warm sun on my skin

Will thoroughly enjoy

But in my heart, there’s a small lament

Like that of a little boy

Who runs and plays with absolute glee

All through these winter woods

And I think I might want to capture those moments

If I only could.

But life like seasons always moves on

So I’ll adapt to the muddy trails

I’ll get on my bike

I’ll go for a hike

And begin to tell a brand new tale.