Spring Soliloquy

Today I spied the first shoots breaking through the earth Lily of the Valley the flower of my birth month of May though there is still a chill in the air winter clinging on by its frigid fingertips for a few more weeks I melt into my mattress listening to Led Zeppelin Tangerine though it’s not often played on the radio for some reason I fail to understand as it’s one of my favorites It seems the best of everything comes from Britain but I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that I’ve always believed I was born in the wrong place The lyrics lead me to ponder the passage of time transitions the cycle of the seasons the number of each I’ve been blessed to see There are fewer ahead now than behind an even number at best When I was younger I eagerly awaited this time of year as all awakens and unfurls in shades of green tulip trees bedecked in pink petals seeds in the garden sprouting as they spread their roots flowers bursting into bloom like fireworks the perfume of purple lilac wafting through my window as I write another poem or play you will never read