Hopelessly in Love with Spring

“To be interested in the changing seasons is … a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.” ~ George Santayana

Spring knocked on my door this morning,
all dressed in pink, babbling about the daffodils.

She’d cut her hair short over the winter.
Still pale as a snowdrift, we collected mushrooms,

without our jackets and I felt like a blossom,
opening to the warming sun, wet with naiveté.

We slept windows open, so I’m sure my neighbors heard
but we didn’t care since the trees were doing it too.

I can’t help but fall in love again, like I do every year,
even though I know she’ll be leaving soon,

all too soon.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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19 Responses to Hopelessly in Love with Spring

  1. Beautifully written Bartholomew! 😊

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  2. JeanMarie says:

    now that is how you write romance

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  3. r.Douglas says:

    A jaunty pop up poem. With a vivid vernal bounciness. Green shoots indeed. Enjoyed much.

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  4. jsimpsonpoet says:

    So sweeeet.

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  5. Cassa Bassa says:

    I love the metaphors. 💚

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  6. Beautiful!
    Happy first day of Spring! ❤️🌸

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  7. Beautifully expressed!

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