Can’t Wait For Spring

A Than-Bauk poem by Chris Bunton

Can’t wait for Spring,
with glowing green;
bursting new life.

Song birds in love,
like the dove, from
above, the road.

Shove clouds away,
sunshine day, bring
sweet May, delight.

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I have always loved nature. I care for it deeply. But, in my younger days I hated Springtime. Winter was cold and nasty. But, then came the never ending spring full of rain and mud. Month after month it was beautiful on the days I worked, and crappy on my days off. It would warm up and flowers would pop. But then…..Frost. And kill everything.

As I get older, I don’t really let the weather impact me too much anymore. Honestly I have come to look at the seasons as stages of life. Summer is adulthood, fall is old age, moving into the long sleep of winter death, to rise in glory. But, Spring. Spring is like youth. It starts out cold and nasty, then it just doesn’t know what it wants. Then, things start to come alive and grow, while puppy love bursts forth over and over with pain and tears like rain. Turbulent.