Cabin Fever

Photo by Mikel Ibarluzea on Unsplash

I’m craving

the clean, meadowy smell of

pine trees and grass,

the smoky scent of

steam emanating from neighbours home,

and the cool, frost but springy kiss of

fresh, mild winter air.

I’m longing

for the sight of forested, tranquil trails,

parks, bungalows,

and fluffy, cloudy, soft-pastel blue skies.

I want to hear

the upbeat sound of kids playing,

dogs yapping,

cars driving,

and shopping carts walking.