Awaiting Spring
Wanda Garner
I raced with anticipation to find it...
Like an old friend, dearly missed,
To hold it once more in my hand.
The urge I could hardly resist.
I sighed with relief with I saw it
Still standing where it had been left,
Propped up in the corner of the cabin.
My excitement had not been bereft.
In a rush I placed a hook
Upon the line once more.
And headed to the dock,
Where my bait, I watched it soar.
It hit the water with a plop
And I let it sink down low.
Then I began to reel it in
So gently... so ever slow.
The sun was shining really bright,
The wind it slightly blew.
The water was fairly calm
With just a slight green hue.
Though not a fish one took my bait,
It sure felt mighty good
To get that rod and reel back out
Just like I knew it would.
Springtime is 'round the corner,
Warmer weather 'round the bend.
It's been a real long winter,
And I'm anxious for it to end.
To spend my days on the river,
Knee-deep in swirling water
Will raise my spirits, bring me a smile,
And my heart to go aflutter.
But for a time, I'll put it back
With hopes to return real soon.
To lay my claim upon it again
Some perfect spring afternoon.
