Watch The Melting

Drip drop.

Ice melts.

I felt,

It hit my head.

Blazing sun.

Snow runs,

Into the street.

Puddles appear.

Water here,

Instead of ice.

Drip drop.

It fades.

Blue invades,

The once gray skies.

A sign.

Not confined.

By winters past.

A hope.

To cope.

Spring is birthing.