Blue skies then pissing rain can only mean it’s spring again.
Too many clothes and then not enough means choosing what to wear will be tough.
“Out with the old and in with the new.” You just hope it won’t be you.
Mind though, all that flesh does look fresh.
Maybe a change is what I need; after all it is time to plant a seed.
Holding hands walking in the park, another hour before it’s dark.
Sitting in the garden for afternoon tea, sitting on the tube watching you notice me.
Spring is in the air, love is in your heart, a new beginning is about to start.
Crocuses poke out from under soil, gardeners begin their ritual toil
Turning the earth as the earth spins, throwing winters dead into compost bins.
New shoots, new life, the joys of spring, sharing joy is the normal thing.
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