my oh my spring

We’re still now.
We, too, await your arrival, spring.

I saw a glimpse of you this morning.
This morning’s fragrance.

I’m sure it was a mixture of that little girl’s strawberry bubble gum.
And the moisture moving ever so slowly through the air.

The way you throw your flashy hues of bright pink in the skyline let’s me know you, too, are waiting to show up.

And we look, expectantly for your arrival.

Yes, winter, now it’s your turn to gracefully bow out and head into your own hibernation. Let springtime have her show.