A time of new birth, growth and rejuvenation.
But really, its not for me.
Change chafes me, rubs on my brain like sandpaper.
I love the warm of summer.
If only it would stay forever.
Flowers blooming, vegetables growing,
swimming pools beckoning,
everything static, glorious.
But now the weather taunts me,
metamorphosing every few minutes,
never standing still.
Unpredictable and surprising.
The only reprieve are the flowering trees,
hanging on to their babies despite the wind and rain,
smiling down on my umbrella.