This beautiful poem brings focus on several aspects of waiting. For me, waiting
also conjures up memories, which reminds me of a Tanka i had written a while ago.
these Alpine slopes
an avalanche of
entrain my descent
into the valley of subconscious
A thought-provoking haiku, Lynn. L3 clearly shows frustration and even desperation. The narrator is fed up with being indoors during the colder months and feels it is so long that even the prospect of spring isn't enough to combat those winter blues. L3 is a "what's the point of anything" type cry. I know this feeling!