Today I find myself wondering
Do we change with the seasons?
When we don all those extra layers
do we wrap layers around our hearts?
Today I rushed outside at the sight of the sun
Forgetting my coat, my gloves, my scarf.
For a moment I paused, almost turned
But instead found myself shivering
Watching a squirrel scamper down a tree
While a tiny bird chattered it’s good morning to me
And I couldn’t bear to miss any of it.
Is that what love is?
Being willing to shiver a bit…
All for the sake of not missing any of it?