Five-Minute Friday: When Seasons Change

Summer brews in my heart all winter long, like tea steeps its flavor into steaming water.
And each passing day, the brew becomes stronger and stronger.
I wait.
I crave.
I long.
For bright sun
and bright flowers
and bright color
to be painted across a vast expanse
of midwestern gray.

It breaks --

And I sip
bright sun
and bright flowers
and bright color
from this overflowing Cup.