Your tardiness had upset me.
Why had you been so late in coming?
Did you not know
how my bones wearied of the chill?
How my feet yearned for the feel of cool fresh grass?
How my legs begged to be free of their denim restraints
and clad, instead, in flowing skirts?
I had thought that I could never forgive you for this crime,
for the way you teased me with hints of your coming.
when you sent the sun to invite me out
and I went
and rested in your warmth,
all was forgiven
P.S. I hear that you may be leaving again later this week.
Don't be gone long!