Sea breezes mixed with the sound of
whistling birds blew in to greet the first day of
Spring
I was taken back to Renaissance fairs as a little girl
giggling from booth to booth while
Medieval trumpets exchanged melodies
above my head
Playing hide and seek between the pale blue
taffeta skirts of princesses
and the caramel of candy apples sticking
to the corners of my mouth
Sweetly now this grown up woman has greeted
Spring
Letting the clock inside me slow down to a nice
Steady
Tick
Tock
Kind of like the feeling of your heartbeat against
me when we’re lying close
Could that mean our rhythms are becoming the same?
Questions like this tell me it’s definitely
Spring
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