Although it seems,
Like winter took all life,
Stole all joy
Hid all warmth
our susceptible souls,
Given the chance, it rises and overflows,
Nothing is taken for granted.
Be it the swarm of faces turned towards the new light,
Like sunflowers, yearning for warmth and intimacy,
Our bodies basking in the early sun,
Or simply the spring in our step as we approach the tender months.
It’s the attitude of the middle- ground,
Between the the times of capsizing the winter’s hold on us
And the season of lust and fearlessness.

It’s close now, we can feel it,
Our fingertips brushing against the sun-kissed bench,
The energy flowing from object to human,
Soon, soon my friends, soon,
Our hands can clench the summer feeling
And we can live the days like its our last,
It’s spring that overturns our winter outlook
into a breeze of ingenuousness with a touch of recklessness.

Everything we knew to be dead comes back to life.