The longing for warmth.
The desire to be loved in a hot embrace.
There are birds in the trees.
Chirping much too easily.
There’s a couple on the grass below.
A picnic is certainly a good second date.
They began to fall in love as the leaves grew back.
The talking was endless and never ceasing until senseless.
The world surrounding them was brighter than it had ever been.
They had spring fever.
The change of season affected even their dreams.
Spring only comes once a year.
It’s here for a few weeks then in a flash it’s gone.
What kind of romantic would I be, if I didn’t take the chance to notice this couple down below?
As I sit in my tree, and watch the flowers grow.