Springtime and Fall Unclad branches dress the same In shadows and fog
The Earth Loves Spring so much That it hurries From one hemisphere To the other, every day That it is Spring there Collecting Spring blooms To exchange for Fall’s harvest In the other hemisphere. So that hearts everywhere Feel the joy of Spring Twice every year.
Waiting for Trees to grow their shade Paths wonder
Ah! Nothing spells Spring smells like Pineapple passionfruit guava matcha Mango coulis blueberry frost fantasia Grande cups of chai tea cream mocha. At home or shops pouring eau d’elixir. So, to Spring’s aroma, nature’s barista, “Cheers, Saluti, sláinte (Slawn-cha)“
Falling in love With the rhythm of her heartbeat March swoons for an hour
Spring morning’s dulcet wake up call, Prompts instant recall, Of wordless love songs to Fall. No rush for Spring’s serenade to be over, Nor avoid Summer’s sweet roasting turnover. Instead, a momentary glance into nature’s seasonal refrain, Pleasantly provoked and enjoyed again and again.
Oh budding tulip…the keepsake of the heart, how enchanting your blossom in springtime.
Into a new world; into a new season we spring. Where bluebells and angel’s trumpets ring. Where cheerful Song Sparrows sing, to the delight of everyone listening.
“Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery.” – Sappho
“The deep roots never doubt spring will come.”― Marty Rubin