Today I held a conversation I saw myself, in the mirror What a surprise I am older than I remembered I need some salad days Crisp green goodness Dressed up for dinner Sweet and tart on the tongue I'll move my limbs, run up steps Romp up hills Wait till I am out of breath Stop for valley views Breathe the crisp fresh air Feel the hopeful rush of Spring Glory in the curling clouds Spread my fingers to the rain The pent up hugs The laughter shared The scent of human All waiting Bridget Enever