By: Lilah Sanchez
Cold winds and cloudy skies,
Winter was perfect in my eyes,
Though I missed the warmth of the sun on my skin,
and the bright light that it sparked within
With each season comes a clean slate,
And the comforting thought
That only I can choose my fate,
March, April, May, and June
Spring is when we start to bloom,
Silky honey seeping in
As bees fly by with the wind
I can smell the roses as I pass by,
The steadiness of a clear blue sky
The sun rises with my smile,
Staying with me for a while
The sun no longer sets at 5,
Spring is perfect in my eyes,
Winter is gone, it has passed
Oh how time flies so fast.
