No BBQ yet

Come on up!
Brush off your chair
and before long
the deck will be cleared
with us sitting out here-- smiling,
enjoying the sweet air
thick with birdsong and butterflies.
Only then, if we try to remember
all that we see, covered
in a soft white blanket-- cold,
we will sit here enjoying
the green smell of freshly mown grass...
But not today...
when Winter dreams of Spring.
>:<