Spring

spring feels like raindrops 

and looks like broken clouds,

spilling sunlight onto my head

as it paints me golden with its light.

it cools the morning with dew

and whispers in the dancing fields.

it lets the trees grow emerald leaves 

on their once lifeless branches.

the earth starts to burst with colors

that are but strangers to winter.

seeds slowly trust the once cold soil

as they break through the dirt,

 and let their hesitant buds unfold

to soak the sun deep into their leaves
as they drink in its warm, golden rays.