It’s Spring again.
Barren trees
in the back yard
have leaves again.
Mosquitoes fly by,
big as planes.
Flies fly by, too—
big as birds.
It’s Spring again.
Flowers kiss the smilin' Sun.
Green grass grows —
tall, thick & fast.
Bumble bees,
join squirrels & trees.
Rats & bats
tease pesky fleas,
Fresh-baked air.
Bloomin’ buds.
Wind-blown hair.
Sticky mud.
Soon Summer will arrive
& Spring, like an old friend,
will wave goodbye —
& leave.
Doors & windows
will close me in.
Artificial air
will bruise my skin.
So long, Spring.
You’re my favorite.
Next year,
can you please stay longer?
© 2019 j.s.lamb
About the Creator
j.s.lamb
Retired journalist. Author of "Orange Socks & Other Colorful Tales," a collection of short stories about how I survived the U.S. Navy and kept my sense of humor. (Available on Amazon.)
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