Spring is coming, I feel it still
The darks and greys have gone with the chill.
The patterns and fabrics have turned light and silky,
As the flowers turn bright and the sky turns milky.
Spring is coming, I feel it still
The warm sun is spun like golden frill.
My heavy coats and layers of wool have weighed me down too long—
The spring and warmth call to me with their sweet, inviting song.
Spring is coming, I feel it still
The flow of sparkling dresses reminds me of that sacred thrill:
The crisp air, the sprawling greens, and seas of reds and yellows—
My worries, doubts, and winter sorrows flee to the dark narrows.
Spring is coming, I feel it still
I have all I need when the sparrows sing and the light of day lifts my will.
The folds and patches of my clothes hold memories of long, warm days—
If only I could stop time and bask in those glorious rays.
But just as fast as it comes and goes: spring is coming, I feel it still.