Spring Is Not All
Oh, why must poets write as if the spring
is so romantic when the flowers bloom?
Why not more of summer or winter sing?
Love’s season must be spring (most folks assume).
Spring is not all. In fact, it’s mostly rain.
Sometimes it rains and rains as if to steal
the sun away, and that feels like a pain
when I’ve grown ready for a little zeal!
In summer I can swim inside the sea
and relish sunshine longer into night
while lying on a beach – my love with me.
Now that’s romance the way to do it right,
or even winter when there’s cold and snow,
romance means cuddling by the fireplace glow.
Feb. 12, 2023
For Michelle Faulkner's "Spring Is Not All' Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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