Spring In Your Step

It is the start of the spring season (one of my favorite seasons personally). I want pieces written about your favorite or least favorite thing about spring. Here are the rules:
*a minimum of 10 lines

*2 entries per person

*rhyming (but optional)

*can use an image (but that is optional and must be your own if you use one)

*1 month

*Feel free to DM me if you have any questions, comments or concerns

*Lastly have fun

Example:


Springtime

Your beauty always comes from behind the clouds,
Like a halo of light that has saved me from the tears
That poured down like raindrops of winter. Crowds

Of flowers that bloom like there are no bad years
Or days coming ahead. Eyes that still watch over me.
Your sunshine that leads me straight to the stairs

Of heaven. Nobody could ever predict or foresee
How important you are to me and how everything
About you helped me grow. Petals that hold the key

To living life, we cannot always hang onto or cling
Onto what holds us back. Everything from the past
And those things that are heavy belong to be a fling

Or temporary. There is a lot of strength that will last
Forever. There is everything bad that will unroll.
Darling, you have turned me into an enthusiast

Of everything spring and light. I have a clean soul
That is ready for giving and receiving. Love that
Is ready to be accepted fully 100%. Every hole

That is ready to be fixed. Your words, no longer flat
Or falling on deaf ears. That ice smashed with a bat.

The beginning of spring

I once walked into the woods alone
in winter while there was a snowy storm
and deep in the forest I came about
a green field of snowdrops just starting to sprout.

The moment I saw them, the storm did abate
and slowly but surely did nature awake
The trees were in buds and they started to green
and no fairer moment has ever been seen.

The bees were all bumbling, the air tasted fresh
and all kinds of wild game were brazen and brash
As peewits and finches all started to sing
I suddenly felt the beginning of spring.

Poem 2 :

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Spring Sprung Spryly From Her Fingertips
As Her Fertility Chant Came From Lips
Of Black Opium And Turkish Rose
With Wild Irises Between Her Toes
Cherry Blossom Nipples , And Jasmine V ,
Dripping With Her Honey Of Queen Bee
Flowers Bloom With Every Step She Takes
Sleeping Earth  Now Awake She Makes
Tree Of Life And Branches And Leaves
I Hear The Call Of My Goddess Greensleeves !

Thank you cloventongue89, AEMelia564, Grace, gorryone810, Blackwolf, and Bonzi for kicking off this competition!!

not the typical spring poem I guess but this one captured my spring awakening last year:


spring sun

tried exploring some new words    
without knowing where to search    
tried to flee from common thoughts    
feeding a far stranger urge    
   
pleading for an innersight    
dumb enough to fail again    
blinded by misguiding lights    
doubts may guess the worlds I can    
   
sense by using words to trace    
what is happ'ning, undefined    
within widened inner space    
what seems linked but wrongly signed    
   
staying lost in that dark maze    
I believed - deceived to leave    
just deluding deeper ways    
blazing traps of no relieve    
   
'though I'm sure there must be doors    
windows, slots or some weird leaks    
holes or mirrors - I'm not sure    
all is fading, getting bleak    
   
tripping through abstracted dreams    
trapped in concrete ways to be    
a significance that seems    
as a what no one can see    
   
always next to ways of doom    
blessed to outcarnate each thought    
(where) ambiguities do bloom    
by exploring some new words    
   
simply gained experience      
concrete ray out of the pun    
writing by coincidense    
I sprang out into the sun    
   
(led by metacausal chance)