If it were Spring;
how jolly that would be;
pollen tickling my nose;
fresh scents wafting;
watermelon and sweets;
Sun and sky alight;
dancing all night;
till dawn.
If it were Spring;
the rain’d pour down;
soaking the soil;
flowers sprouting;
erupting with hues;
leaving only the most savory smells behind;
after wilting in the vase beside my bed.
And the grass;
sweet and fresh;
with dew.
If it were Spring;
crickets chirp-chirping;
silver cobwebs on the fence;
birds flying home northward;
simple things to be appreciated;
with a look only describable as wonder.
If it were Spring;
curling up with a book;
wading in the creek;
sun-tanning in the cool wind and beating Sun.
If it were Spring;
I’d be happy forevermore;
Sun and sky alight;
dancing all night;
till dawn.
Yet I can only hope;
it’s Winter;
chilly and cold;
snowmen;
watching.
But a girl can dream;
sitting in my armchair;
beside the fireplace;
daydreaming;
if it were spring.