on comes a rush of
desire strongly urging
cool joy of presence

visions of Great Things
   tentatively taking shape
      a
       my
        the
         our future beckons

Anticipation
Slowly comes my joyful pose
Mindful of my luck

       grey goes the shadow
     silently stalking my mind
         busy making plots

Compared to summer
Perennially upbeat
Sweetly winter sustains

(your coldest days are better than summers warmest moments) 

Motivation is
   Spring's discontent at waiting
      For lovers to bloom