Spring

She’s here again. Her warm, breezy fingers — her gentle hello.

She is my kaleidoscope; my catcher of dreams.

She paints my imagination with all the colours of possibility.

All the colours of fun.

All the colours of love.

She’s never boisterous or demanding. She just lets her airy ways take me to wherever it is I need to be.

Oh, Spring.

I’m so glad you’ve finally come.