An Ode to Spring

Penned this while waiting to board my plane this morning:

Goodbye, wife. Goodbye, son.

Goodbye, Barkley. I won't be long.

Goodbye, car and goodbye, home.

Now, in rentals and Marriotts I'll roam.

Goodbye, closet and all your space.

All I need's in this suitcase.

Homecooked meals and good night's sleep,

down the road, again we'll meet.

Goodbye, winter. Goodbye, snow.

I won't miss you, truth be told.

For it's time for sunshine and baseball games.

That is, unless of course...

...it rains.