My favorite season of the year
is spring
when the blossoms bloom
revealing their vivid colors
when the trees regain their leaves
which sprout in every shade of green
every spring break
i return to the area
of which made me love this season
a tire swing in a field of sunflowers
tied upon a willow tree
the area looks as if
it is straight out of a fairy tail
with the accents of crawling ivy on the white fence posts
the morning is when the garden looks its best
when the grass has drops of dew
when the smell of foliage is at its climax
the colors are more saturated
at this time of day
the sky is just fading from black
to the azure tone it is at noon
i sit on the swing
and listen to the birds sing there songs and melodies
the chirps that i forever adore
i finger the petals of the flowers
they are soft and smooth
i make my way to the pond
where the lily pads and their flowers flourish
the croaking of frogs intensify
i make my way closer to it
and allow my hand to touch the water
it ripples
i can see my face clearly
until the ripples distort my reflection
but every season must come to end
and i shall wait for this one to return
I will wait for the flowers,the trees, the morning dew, the pond and the tire swing
i will wait til spring returns.
