Spring comes suddenly and sweetly,
like a smile thrown over your shoulder.
Spring is the clementine peels under your fingernails
the sticky kisses pressed against my cheek from popsicle lips
the tan lines I got from naps in the sun.
Spring is tangled hair that isn't worth brushing,
sand in the creases in my elbows, behind my knees, beneath my breasts.
Spring is shivering in shorts and tank tops
brought out in haste, to be squelched by Mother Nature's stormy countenance.
How can I describe spring without you?
Spring sans chocolate lipstick and somersaults in the grass,
Spring sans skinned knees and salty tears on going to sleep when the sun still shines.
Spring sans you is just warm weather and flowers in bloom.
Spring without you is just a season.
-The Shutter Muse (who misses her baby sister terribly)
like a smile thrown over your shoulder.
Spring is the clementine peels under your fingernails
the sticky kisses pressed against my cheek from popsicle lips
the tan lines I got from naps in the sun.
Spring is tangled hair that isn't worth brushing,
sand in the creases in my elbows, behind my knees, beneath my breasts.
Spring is shivering in shorts and tank tops
brought out in haste, to be squelched by Mother Nature's stormy countenance.
How can I describe spring without you?
Spring sans chocolate lipstick and somersaults in the grass,
Spring sans skinned knees and salty tears on going to sleep when the sun still shines.
Spring sans you is just warm weather and flowers in bloom.
Spring without you is just a season.
-The Shutter Muse (who misses her baby sister terribly)
We were eating dinner when i logged on and found this poem. Charlotte thinks you chose an excellent picture of her :) although she would have liked the poem written in pink. We're all tired from apple picking, so thinking about spring has made her head spin a bit -- we're talking first frost, pumpkin-carving, and costume making. She is confused how trick-or-treating is going to work without you. And, of course, no one enjoys eating popsicles with her as much as you do.....xoxo
ReplyDeleteNice poem!! For a second (ok.. maybe more than that) I was confused as to when you wrote the poem because it's not spring here. Then I realized that you are in a different hemisphere. Glad you are starting to write more! Things are pretty mellow at Dublin. Not much drama, which I guess is good. I'm excited and nervous about the winter.. Oh, look for pictures online of the new ski slope on campus. That should be exciting. Talk to you later~
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