Spring
Later, she came to me.
She had flowers in her hair
and wore a yellow skirt.
She approached slowly,
asking, "Are you hurt?"
Spring lifted me off the frosted floor.
Her touch immediately melted
the ice that I was trapped in.
Slowly I began to bloom.
Vines entwined my arms.
I was crowned with petals
and I smelled of roses.
Suddenly she was gone.
A voice whispered in my ear,
"You're Spring now, dear. Smile often until Summer comes."
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
Spring
Later, she came to me.
She had flowers in her hair
and wore a yellow skirt.
She approached slowly,
asking, "Are you hurt?"
Spring lifted me off the frosted floor.
Her touch immediately melted
the ice that I was trapped in.
Slowly I began to bloom.
Vines entwined my arms.
I was crowned with petals
and I smelled of roses.
Suddenly she was gone.
A voice whispered in my ear,
"You're Spring now, dear. Smile often until Summer comes."
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