Possibility
The very word born of the trees
Give her seeds, without a doubt
She’ll plant your dreams, and they will sprout
spring
Springtime
Springtime lies in every season
Even now it hides with reason
To surprise winter in treason
An Ounce of Spring
In each of his smiles,
There’s one ounce of spring
I should like to discover
What summertime brings
Dawn
Winter’s ennui
Became spring’s élan
If he was my dusk,
Surely you are my dawn
malarky musings 