She Is Spring
Drawn to a pair of silent shouting lips;
A taste of dandelions, she is Spring;
Electrified by two such stoic eyes,
her weather tends to do a few backflips;
Mood swings that feel like a honeybee sting,
Sun showers shine light in her foggy skies;
The path of the seasons comes full circle,
green hues of her eyes the freeze collapsing;
Ir’s all in her nature one would surmise;
Every color in bloom a wonderful
surprise.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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