When I Think of Spring

March 1st.
The time has almost come,
when animals,
plants,
will awake from their slumbers. 
The time has almost come,
when honeybees will 
dance around the flowers,
making me inch so shyly away.
The time has almost come,
for spring.
Spring.
When I think of spring,
I see colors. 
Millions of
brilliant colors,
not painting,
but flooding the world,
in the most delicate way. 
When I think of spring,
I see people strolling
down my street,
smiling.
When I think of spring,
I see new beginnings,
new hope,
for the sun will rise 
every day,
greeting us with light,
greeting us with warmth.
When I think of spring,
I see one of the best,
most wondrous things
that I could ask for.
Opening my eyes and
noticing the life,
the fun,
the beauty,
from outside of 
my window,
winking,
as it peeks through
my pink curtains. 
When I think of spring,
I see that time has passed,
that things have changed,
that some things haven't,
and that's okay,
because not everything,
not even life itself,
has to move so quickly.
At least,
not right now. 
Not when I think of spring.