a spring-time love affair


oh springtime how i love you with your curls of yellow sun,

your burgeoning blue skies and your carollers which serenade the morning in songbird lilts and lulls.

let down your hair, come! take a walk with me along your trails of winding wood. see the way the buds bleed pink then peel away, green. watch the frogs leap and splash. hear their throaty salutations. breathe in deep, new life. fresh laundry smell strung along clothes lines far and near. pinks, purples, whites and browns, linens–lined up to dance.

now, let’s wait for each flower to unfold. petals soft, supple, like a baby’s skin begging to be kissed.

hear the strollers, the bikes, the children in the sun. see them laugh, watch the freckles pop from their faces. see the pigment turn golden, brown. smell the bbqs, the bonfires, the marshmallows on a stick. hear the lemonade drip into tall frosty glass.

and be. just be, my spring, with me.



  1. Melanie said,

    April 18, 2009 at 3:30 pm


    this is beautifully written, and it makes me want to dance outside.


  2. Meredith said,

    April 20, 2009 at 5:28 pm

    I perused a “Seasons” book of poetry at Chapter’s the other day, and I’ve decided that Spring and Autumn make for the best poems! There’s something about change and expectation going on in those seasons. I’d love to see this poem in a book like that some day!

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