I’ve been falling in love
with seasons lately
first summer, then fall
and slowly but surely
winter
but spring
I’ve known I’ve loved
all along
so when the cold
withers away,
I whisper sweet nothings
an ode to spring
and I dream of fields
of tulips
I’ve only seen
on a screen
the soul of spring
is caught in April
with all her whimsical,
wild, and wonderful
the spring I’ve known
I’ve loved
all along