Little yellow bulbs,
lean into my walking track,
remind me to spring.
Joy
Tag: spring
Changeable
Walking down the street,
it springs up unexpected—
seasons change so soon.
Springtime
The air is warmer,
itchy noses are running;
spring’s good rush is here.
Almost
Cold feet wearing off,
the buds are ready to pop
spring is almost here.
Turn
The end approaches,
though spring blossoms cling to trees
seasons turn around.
