Still Hiding

Dear Mr Spring,

I am writing to invite you to come earlier this time.

I can’t wait to see the flowers start to blooming all over the place.

I really want to change my attire to the simplest one. No jacket and gloves on hand.

I miss to hear the birds chirping on the tree limbs in my garden

And I wish to be there on similar branches dangling my feet

Whilst eating the fresh berries

Suddenly,

I realise that it is only my dream!