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

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