Spring Is Here?! by Kavya Kamath

Among my closest of comrades, confidantes, and companions, it is a well-known fact that I do not like the season of Spring. The downpour makes everything icky. The weather is inconsistent. The skies are more gray than blue. It's still cold. Trees don't have leaves yet, and whatever they do grow is swept to the ground by torrents of dirty rain, making the streets and sidewalks messy. Oh, and the worms! So, so, so many worms, crawling along sidewalk cracks, underneath my shoes, and leaving their dirty guts and drowned bodies everywhere. It really is a miserable time (for both humans and worms). But, alas! The Spring Equinox (March 19) is creeping up upon us (the "Vernal Equinox" if you're fancy), and the weather will start tripping on acid very soon. So, in the spirit of opening my mind about this upcoming event, here is a poem about the good in Spring.

Spring is Good

Droplets of rain pitter-patter on the windowsill,
sliding down the glass in a wintry chill.
The clouds above, a dark gloomy haze,
capture my reflective gaze

aimed heaven-high, towards the crowded sky
shining sapphire and silver as it cries.
But the tears dripping down are not in vain.
They permeate the soil where dreams are lain.

Dreams of a spring, bright and true,
embodied by the morning dew
of little rain drops strewn across young leaves
of flowers and fruits and sky-reaching trees.

The sun, now behind a cloud in mourning,
will emerge out of hiding come brilliant morning.
And bright and warm, filled with radiance sublime,
will chase away the storm as the sky it climbs.

And under this glimmering sun of dreams
a new world bursts out of its feeble seams.
Flowers will bloom with colors lucent as stars
and cover up the earth and its frostbitten scars.

The birds will chirp and the bees will buzz
in witness of an Earth abound with love.
The world will be entirely as it should,
because, I don't know, I guess Spring is (excuse me while I gag) good?


Image result for spring              Image result for rainy and worms
        ^^The spring described in my poem.^^                                   ^^What spring actually is.^^

Comments

  1. i think god was kinda bored so he said "let's bring shakespeare" back and he SNAPPED and made you. also this made me so excited for summer!!!!!!

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    1. just realized i should have included the word 'back' in the quotations but i got too excited and posted the comment before i could correct it

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    2. You and Kavya are absolute treasures and should be cherished as such.

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  2. Beautiful writing, as always. I do like that you took a topic you're not too fond of and looked for the good in it. That's an important viewpoint to take while dealing with the "springs" of life!

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  3. Aww, this made me feel so warm. I'm looking forward to the time when we're out of all this and we can just enjoy the season.

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    1. Also, spring means frogs and frogs = good happy fellows.

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    2. Your voice is so clear throughout this entire post! I loved your poem and your thoughts about trying to see the good in spring beforehand. I look forward to your blog posts every month!

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