What do people write about in Spring?
Is it the symphony of early birds
Singing to the sun
Or the newborn green coats
Dusting the sycamore trees
Truly, what do people write about in Spring?
Is it the sunkissed morning sky
Bursting with the flavor of a new day
Or the afternoon showers
Knitting blankets of lush fields
Help me understand, what is there to write about in Spring?
Is it the warm afternoon gusts
Brushing my cheeks
And combing my hair
Or the crispy scales of winter
Falling to the ground
I honestly don’t know what people write about in Spring.
I’m too busy dancing
Through the long days
Lounging under the sun
Making fires of love
And basking in all of her glory