I prefer a lazy Spring

I prefer a lazy Spring

That lingers in the womb of winter

Like a restful second born twin

Desperate for a few stolen

Moments longer

Of heavy

Sleepy

Silence

A spring that rests like dew

Drops on morning flower petals

Rich in contentedness

Just to be

And allow the what will be's

To blossom

In their own time

Knowing that Summer

Like all stars

Will have it's moment

Soon enough

I prefer a lazy Spring

That let's Peonies

Like Cherub babies

Rest a moment longer

Silently offering us

Their beauty

And their peace

The Sage has said

'It is better to be interested in the changing of the seasons than to be hopelessly in love with spring'

I fear this is the knowledge

That springs from the knowing

The disappointments

And the years

That follow

A single

Perfect

Spring

The bloom of peonies

Fireflies at night

Like dreams while you're awake

To have truly known spring,

Is to have loved spring

And for all the loves that follow

To live in the shadow

Of a single

Prefect

Season