I have discovered

That I live

My love in

Springtime fresh blossoms

And fields of

Wildflowers ripe for

The picking my

Heart sings then

I’m not made

For the dryness

Of summer nor

Fall’s end nor

Winters deadly grip

Give me spring

When love pops

Tickling me daily

Let me smell

The sweetness of

Nectar and drink

From cool ponds

You can have

The other seasons

Give me spring