Change
That moment when you open the front door,
and you take a step down onto the porch
and it creaks a little with its old aged wood.
That moment when your skin grows goosebumps
as you react to the change in temperature
but then the sun finds its way to you and
warms you up with its bright rays.
That moment when your lungs take in a
whole new air, one they’re not used to.
They've been burdened with the icy cold winter air
and they have longed for this kind of warmth.
The air is crisp, refreshing and your body silently thanks you.
That moment when you step off the stairs and onto the earth.
Your shoes squeak into the moistened ground, which still
holds the memories of the frosty winter.
That moment when you’re walking to your black mailbox
And don’t have to avoid the ice patches any longer.
You move along, slowly, enjoying this new change.
As you approach the mailbox you take another deep breath
and momentarily look up to the clear, bright blue sky.
That moment when you open the mailbox just to realize
it’s a Sunday, and there was never any mail to begin with.
I don't have much criticsm for this at all and I liked it very much. This is very well written so I can't really say anything negative. The only advice I have for you is, to keep writing, if that is how you please. I definitely enjoyed reading this and you seem like you have talent there.
Hey Itco!

~ This is overly nitpicky, but people tend not to steps 'stairs' if they're outside.Shady here with a review for your fine piece.
I liked this piece quite a bit. I think you captured the feeling of a chilly spring very well. Your imagery is wonderful, and actually made me feel alive and long for spring-- which is hard to do. I tend to be cold and unfeeling, and poetry usually leaves me unmoved.
The only bit I didn't like was this...
Other than that, I loved it.
Keep writing!
~Shady