And if you could fix it, it would most definitely happen in Spring, you told yourself.
But here you are, surrounded, by animals and flowers and teenagers falling in love and disappointment.
You tried, really. But nobody would listen. No body would forgive.
You very well couldn’t force them to forgive you. Could you?
She walked faster, a new sort of spring in her step. Finally, after so many years, she found herself free. Looking over at her new group of friends, she could not help but smile. ‘What a strange group, yet they are just like me in so many ways.’
I was quiet, my heart pounded and sounded deafening. My scalp prickled and my straight hair felt as though it was amass of springs.
samm
I stopped, looked around and could hear the distinct sound of a creaking springs. How bizarre, i was all alone in a grey, endless carpark. I looked around and tried t
samm
is a long way off. A hard winter to battle yet. Promises of cold and snow and bitter grey months of icy rain and lack of sun
georgie
it was a late day in spring. The sun was one the cusp of the horizon, drifting ever closer to the bottom of the sky as if gravity were acting upon it(though I suppose in a way, it is). John turned towards me and said something, but whatever it was was lost to the swirling miasma of my thoughts.
Shane JH Stenson
An energetic jump, full of beans…also a season where shoots burst through the ground, lambs do little jumps frivolously through the air and yellow flowers like daffodils abound in masses on England’s green and pleasant land.
Lucie
My favorite time of year. Brings the new leaf budding hope of summer. And a chance to reassess and sart fresh.
Cidherman
I LOVE SPRING! PUDDLE JUMPING!!!!!!!!! Rubberboots! I had ducky rubber boots when I was a kid and they quacked! They were awesome. I love the smell of fresh rain and the freshness of everything around you! I love the spring thunderstorms because it gives the earth a good wake up!
Spring is not my favorite season, but i can see why some love it; birth, renewal all that. But for me the best and favorite season has to be autumn. Yes, it represents a coming end, but it also represents beauty in impermanence.
Dave
seasons. daffodils and tulips with blonde girl having picnics under blue skies. crochet accessories worn in their hair, the smile, wearing pastel colours. open-air festivals, non-humid music in large crowds.
muni
bluebells, snowdrops, daffodils
agapanthus, lavender, jacarandas
new life, renewed attitude
a fresh start, begin anew
neanymac
I love the spring. Probably my favorite season since the weather is absolutely delightful. It’s sunny, but it’s still nice and cool outside. It also reminds me of spring break back in D.C. with my sister. We did so many great things and created new amazing memories.
The deer springs into action when he sees the slightest movement out of the corner of his eye. He senses danger and is not a fool so he flees while he has the chance. Instinct has saved his life once again.
lightness and brightness, fresh newness of everything…new babies, new flowers, rejuvination, dethawing, a fresh start, happiness and ease. Fresh air and laughing children, sunshine that warms. a happy heart.
Sigrid
Spring? You want to wait until spring? Do you know how far away that is? Someone will have taken this idea and run with it by that time! We need to get this out there! If you are not going to help me, then let me know.
spring is when things begin. It’s my favorite season temperature wise. it means the school year is almost over. it makes me think of truman, my dog, running in my yard. springs are also found in mattresses. it’s grouped with cheerfulness. it rains. i like spring, but winter is still my favorite season.
Caroline
The wind washes the darkness of winter away. The new sun melts the snow and cold that’s built up in every person’s hearts. It’s a new beginning, a hope of better things. Raindrops fall to breathe color into a colorless world. Live.
Danica
Spring was beginning to blossom.
I couldn’t believe it had already been almost a year since she had died. We were all coping with it at that point. Coping well even. She didn’t come up in conversation as much anymore. Very rarely did one of us randomly burst into tears again.
But I knew that on the year anniversary of her death, it would be a hard day for all of us.
Fuck spring. I hate spring. With a passion. The smells are ok, but the rest is just a slice of moldy bologna on a summer day. Egh. I like the sundress and ice-cream, but I eat ice cream even in the winter so it doesn’t matter, really.
Spring is the most beautiful time of the year. The musty rain, the beautiful, blooming flowers, what could be better? Nothing, in my opinion. It totally beats the summer heat and the winter chills. Who doesn’t love sitting at home, enjoying the sound of rain against your windows? I sure love it.
Dana
warm clouds and funny things like rainbows and bunnies, new fawns and flowers, dead trees with new leaves, snow melts birds sing, because its spring.
Whitney
A tiny deer found its way into our garden one spring day, and I can never forget the look in its eyes, pondering my motives as I fed it a leaf of lettuce from the palm of my hand.
John
the first time i told you i loved you. you held me in your arms and i felt the world slowly stop and i couldn’t breathe because you were there, looking me in the eyes like the first honest thing that i have ever seen. with tears in my eyes you saved me from everything.
Samantha
blue green pink yellow
bright and happy
rebirth
freshness
i can hear the birds
running through a field, maybe, with a halo of flowers and twine around my head
long blonde hair
ideally
but this isn’t me or reality, this is how art chooses to look at spring
i’m just a girl in a big city and we don’t have flowers
Riley Rennhack
Today is the first day of spring. And I’m in love. With the air, the sky the green, everything! This is the season that brings the most hope. Of new beginnings and fresh starts. And it’s here!
Abby
spring.
have not we any seasons in this tropical country.
we do have plenty of springs though.
short ones, long ones, and in-between ones.
slinkies being the most popular among children.
metal being the most with self-harmers.
once upon a time there was a rabbit who wanted to grow up to be the easter bunny, but he didn’t know how to go about applying for the position. after all none of his friends had aspired to be such a celebrity. He knew with certainty however, that he had the skills it took to replace the current egg hiding rabbit. He was quick, agile, had wonderful creative abilities and was even considered invisible at times. So he looked through the classified, nope, no job offers there. He looked in the towns laundromats and store windows for advertisements. No, nothing there either. He went on the internet and googled the position, but alas with no results. He was quite perplexed.
Katherine Bourgerie
i throw down my umbrella
and close my eyes-
letting the warm gentle raindrops
kiss my eyelids and slide off my lashes to make their way down my cheeks.
contentedly, i jump in a puddle and remember
days when i was easily forgiven for such things.
the sun peaks from somewhere beyond a distant cloud
and the light catches on a million shimmering crystals falling towards the earth-
towards the dirt, and the grass, and the things that will soon live.
I itch my eyes. As I walk away from you, I try and pretend that these tears are from allergies, but we both know the truth. Allergies don’t elicit nearly this much emotion from someone. Pathetically, I rub my eyes again in a feeble attempt to hide the truth. “Stupid springtime allergies”
I do like springs. All bouncy and whatnot. I’ve gotten cut by one before though. I hear couches have springs. They do, don’t they? I do hope I’m right or I would be spewing nonsense. Slinkies are springs too! I loved watching those fall down the stairs. That’s all I got.
Zoe
spring is a wonderful time when the flowers bloom and the new babies arrives. Spring is a glorious time and the world begins anew. The rain washes away the death and dreariness of winter.
Rebecca Larsen
The colors of Spring are breathtaking. New growth comes from every direction. New birth, smiling babies, chirping birds, what could be better? O yeah, Fall…WAAAAY better.
Drew
Flowers. I fell in love with you when you showed up at my stoop with flowers. I thought that maybe just maybe you were the one. So why do I feel winter in my heart?
Well normally I’d think about flowers, but whatever. Death. That’s what I’m thinking about. Stupid flowers, I said I’d marry the man who bought me flowers, now what. Why do I feel this way? Blossoming? Oh the irony of my life.
Borboleta
when i was a kid seasons kind of blended. But i remember a certain feeling i used to get every now and then, when things seemed like they were doing well and the air smelled just a little bit sweeter. It was spring. Bouyakasha. Diggin it. Life is like a turnip. Its a vegetable. Some may consider more like a banana. In its curvaceousness. I wouldn’t agree with either. Life is life, Na na na na na.
James
When I think about spring, I see green, moist grasses. Just the thought of it makes me want to sit on them while looking at the beautiful, sunny, blue sky, with a picnic basket and everything.
A time when the temperature begins to change, and everyone’s mood slowly shifts from the cuddled up lifestyle to a day full of t-shirts and bike rides. Days that are a little longer and a little easier to enjoy.
Spencer McRay Bland
spring is your last favorite season. you’ve told me that too many times. i miss spring. it was the last time we were together. summer used to be my favorite but you ruined it now. bogged it down with bad memories and tears. spring is amazing compared to summer. beautiful and new. and it had you.
And if you could fix it, it would most definitely happen in Spring, you told yourself.
But here you are, surrounded, by animals and flowers and teenagers falling in love and disappointment.
You tried, really. But nobody would listen. No body would forgive.
You very well couldn’t force them to forgive you. Could you?
She walked faster, a new sort of spring in her step. Finally, after so many years, she found herself free. Looking over at her new group of friends, she could not help but smile. ‘What a strange group, yet they are just like me in so many ways.’
I was quiet, my heart pounded and sounded deafening. My scalp prickled and my straight hair felt as though it was amass of springs.
I stopped, looked around and could hear the distinct sound of a creaking springs. How bizarre, i was all alone in a grey, endless carpark. I looked around and tried t
is a long way off. A hard winter to battle yet. Promises of cold and snow and bitter grey months of icy rain and lack of sun
it was a late day in spring. The sun was one the cusp of the horizon, drifting ever closer to the bottom of the sky as if gravity were acting upon it(though I suppose in a way, it is). John turned towards me and said something, but whatever it was was lost to the swirling miasma of my thoughts.
An energetic jump, full of beans…also a season where shoots burst through the ground, lambs do little jumps frivolously through the air and yellow flowers like daffodils abound in masses on England’s green and pleasant land.
My favorite time of year. Brings the new leaf budding hope of summer. And a chance to reassess and sart fresh.
I LOVE SPRING! PUDDLE JUMPING!!!!!!!!! Rubberboots! I had ducky rubber boots when I was a kid and they quacked! They were awesome. I love the smell of fresh rain and the freshness of everything around you! I love the spring thunderstorms because it gives the earth a good wake up!
Spring is not my favorite season, but i can see why some love it; birth, renewal all that. But for me the best and favorite season has to be autumn. Yes, it represents a coming end, but it also represents beauty in impermanence.
seasons. daffodils and tulips with blonde girl having picnics under blue skies. crochet accessories worn in their hair, the smile, wearing pastel colours. open-air festivals, non-humid music in large crowds.
bluebells, snowdrops, daffodils
agapanthus, lavender, jacarandas
new life, renewed attitude
a fresh start, begin anew
I love the spring. Probably my favorite season since the weather is absolutely delightful. It’s sunny, but it’s still nice and cool outside. It also reminds me of spring break back in D.C. with my sister. We did so many great things and created new amazing memories.
The deer springs into action when he sees the slightest movement out of the corner of his eye. He senses danger and is not a fool so he flees while he has the chance. Instinct has saved his life once again.
lightness and brightness, fresh newness of everything…new babies, new flowers, rejuvination, dethawing, a fresh start, happiness and ease. Fresh air and laughing children, sunshine that warms. a happy heart.
Spring? You want to wait until spring? Do you know how far away that is? Someone will have taken this idea and run with it by that time! We need to get this out there! If you are not going to help me, then let me know.
spring is when things begin. It’s my favorite season temperature wise. it means the school year is almost over. it makes me think of truman, my dog, running in my yard. springs are also found in mattresses. it’s grouped with cheerfulness. it rains. i like spring, but winter is still my favorite season.
The wind washes the darkness of winter away. The new sun melts the snow and cold that’s built up in every person’s hearts. It’s a new beginning, a hope of better things. Raindrops fall to breathe color into a colorless world. Live.
Spring was beginning to blossom.
I couldn’t believe it had already been almost a year since she had died. We were all coping with it at that point. Coping well even. She didn’t come up in conversation as much anymore. Very rarely did one of us randomly burst into tears again.
But I knew that on the year anniversary of her death, it would be a hard day for all of us.
Fuck spring. I hate spring. With a passion. The smells are ok, but the rest is just a slice of moldy bologna on a summer day. Egh. I like the sundress and ice-cream, but I eat ice cream even in the winter so it doesn’t matter, really.
Spring is the most beautiful time of the year. The musty rain, the beautiful, blooming flowers, what could be better? Nothing, in my opinion. It totally beats the summer heat and the winter chills. Who doesn’t love sitting at home, enjoying the sound of rain against your windows? I sure love it.
warm clouds and funny things like rainbows and bunnies, new fawns and flowers, dead trees with new leaves, snow melts birds sing, because its spring.
A tiny deer found its way into our garden one spring day, and I can never forget the look in its eyes, pondering my motives as I fed it a leaf of lettuce from the palm of my hand.
the first time i told you i loved you. you held me in your arms and i felt the world slowly stop and i couldn’t breathe because you were there, looking me in the eyes like the first honest thing that i have ever seen. with tears in my eyes you saved me from everything.
blue green pink yellow
bright and happy
rebirth
freshness
i can hear the birds
running through a field, maybe, with a halo of flowers and twine around my head
long blonde hair
ideally
but this isn’t me or reality, this is how art chooses to look at spring
i’m just a girl in a big city and we don’t have flowers
Today is the first day of spring. And I’m in love. With the air, the sky the green, everything! This is the season that brings the most hope. Of new beginnings and fresh starts. And it’s here!
spring.
have not we any seasons in this tropical country.
we do have plenty of springs though.
short ones, long ones, and in-between ones.
slinkies being the most popular among children.
metal being the most with self-harmers.
once upon a time there was a rabbit who wanted to grow up to be the easter bunny, but he didn’t know how to go about applying for the position. after all none of his friends had aspired to be such a celebrity. He knew with certainty however, that he had the skills it took to replace the current egg hiding rabbit. He was quick, agile, had wonderful creative abilities and was even considered invisible at times. So he looked through the classified, nope, no job offers there. He looked in the towns laundromats and store windows for advertisements. No, nothing there either. He went on the internet and googled the position, but alas with no results. He was quite perplexed.
i throw down my umbrella
and close my eyes-
letting the warm gentle raindrops
kiss my eyelids and slide off my lashes to make their way down my cheeks.
contentedly, i jump in a puddle and remember
days when i was easily forgiven for such things.
the sun peaks from somewhere beyond a distant cloud
and the light catches on a million shimmering crystals falling towards the earth-
towards the dirt, and the grass, and the things that will soon live.
I itch my eyes. As I walk away from you, I try and pretend that these tears are from allergies, but we both know the truth. Allergies don’t elicit nearly this much emotion from someone. Pathetically, I rub my eyes again in a feeble attempt to hide the truth. “Stupid springtime allergies”
I do like springs. All bouncy and whatnot. I’ve gotten cut by one before though. I hear couches have springs. They do, don’t they? I do hope I’m right or I would be spewing nonsense. Slinkies are springs too! I loved watching those fall down the stairs. That’s all I got.
spring is a wonderful time when the flowers bloom and the new babies arrives. Spring is a glorious time and the world begins anew. The rain washes away the death and dreariness of winter.
The colors of Spring are breathtaking. New growth comes from every direction. New birth, smiling babies, chirping birds, what could be better? O yeah, Fall…WAAAAY better.
Flowers. I fell in love with you when you showed up at my stoop with flowers. I thought that maybe just maybe you were the one. So why do I feel winter in my heart?
Spring is a fun time of the year every thing is fun, nothing goes wrong
Well normally I’d think about flowers, but whatever. Death. That’s what I’m thinking about. Stupid flowers, I said I’d marry the man who bought me flowers, now what. Why do I feel this way? Blossoming? Oh the irony of my life.
when i was a kid seasons kind of blended. But i remember a certain feeling i used to get every now and then, when things seemed like they were doing well and the air smelled just a little bit sweeter. It was spring. Bouyakasha. Diggin it. Life is like a turnip. Its a vegetable. Some may consider more like a banana. In its curvaceousness. I wouldn’t agree with either. Life is life, Na na na na na.
When I think about spring, I see green, moist grasses. Just the thought of it makes me want to sit on them while looking at the beautiful, sunny, blue sky, with a picnic basket and everything.
A time when the temperature begins to change, and everyone’s mood slowly shifts from the cuddled up lifestyle to a day full of t-shirts and bike rides. Days that are a little longer and a little easier to enjoy.
spring is your last favorite season. you’ve told me that too many times. i miss spring. it was the last time we were together. summer used to be my favorite but you ruined it now. bogged it down with bad memories and tears. spring is amazing compared to summer. beautiful and new. and it had you.