Dear Spring,

How lovely you are
Thinking of your bright life brings a warm smile to my face
The cool touch of Winter's lingering air mixing with yours is a tenderness I sadly will never know
From your cleansing showers to the flowers you never fail to bloom,
You paint new elegance with every brush of your fingertips
Oh, how I wish in vain I could become your canvas

I envy your pale virtue
Too many months separate our days, and I yearn for renewal with each passing year
While you flourish in all of your youth, I feel the kiss of my demise far too quickly
You should consider yourself lucky
Your beauty is remembered so dearly while everything beautiful about me is falling apart
Only to die in front of my burning eyes
Even as your rose petals (so similar to your delicate hands) drop from their stem, they descend in grace
And so you descend as well

You don't realize your own magnificence
Those tears you cry bring new life to our world
You bring restoration within every cloud of your lavender skies
The snow can get so cold, but you always break through the ice and kindle the embers of a modern fire
The mother of Summer, Spring, you are full of strength
You foster the breeze and raise emerald green
And I see rainbows blossoming on your watery cheeks
They show through the dark clouds you think define you, but you have always been so much more

Spring, I watch from afar
And gaze in wonder of what I know I will never get to experience
The burgundy of my body would ruin your coral skin
I will stay in the shadows if it means letting you live in the light
Such fair beauty does not deserve to be dimmed
Oh, I envy your pale virtue
But let's face it...

You wear roses much better than I would


With much admiration,

Auntumn