#spring is like

Flowers are blooming,

For once the hues are dancing,

Birds have begun chirping,

Sounds of joy fill up your ears,

As colors cloud your eyes,

This is what spring is like,

Able to make you smile,

Even in the darkest of moments,

With so many colorful ones of its own.

The woman watches every step Each spring is like a boing of joy And friendship grows from it like weeds

it’s

like that time

I embraced you after countless hours and days and months of your absence

as familiarity bloomed inside me

it’s

like that time

we walked a path under a low ceiling as the sun took its leave

and a connection sprouted as we became further acquainted

or

it’s

like that time

you held me close and let me know everything would be ok

while the warmth of your arms engulfed me, gently

as if I were a delicate flower that needed care to thrive

every time

it’s the sign that although things pass away a new season brings forth new life.

our season is only beginning.

spring is like a magic trick, revealed and secreted in slight hands (was this your lucky card? ta-dah! I feel totally vacant inside!) and I want so badly (where all your wants are bad, felt with half a heart) to believe in this rebirth // again, this new page // again, this fresh start // and again (sigh. yet again) we are clawing at anything that sticks // making sense. armouring hope

“Well, yes,” Charlie says as she eyes a Jay. “Most things are at some level when you are involved.” “And and and happiness is jaysome too!”

“That one I did know.” Charlie raises an eyebrow. “Is there a reason you’re telling me this?” “I’m doing prompts on tumblr, Charlie!”

“Ah.” Charlie glances at my phone. “I think a prompt like ‘spring is like...’ expects more of a response, perhaps?”

“Spring is like extra jaysome, then? Even if that would make other seasons probably jealous you know.”

“I imagine those running the prompts are hoping for something longer... wait. You think the seasons get jealous of each other?”

“That’s why they crowd into each other and people complain about global warming, right?!”

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Spring defined as:

A March start (in New York), A September start (in Sydney),

A light pastel sweater instead of a grey heavy coat,

Renewal,

A cleansing breath,

Cherry blossoms,

Pink lemonade on the porch at sunset, 

Bubble-gum flavored lip gloss,

And when you're asked what Spring is like,