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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 