An Ode to the Spring

I clung on to cosy winters,

The shrivel beneath my feet and the chill air,

it seemed like I fell in love with the numbness around me,

almost grey,

almost dead,

like it was meant to be that way.

little did I know, somewhere on the inside, 

a part of me wanted to feel alive.

and then you swayed in,

like a miracle,

you were beautiful,

you were hope,

you were the beginning of the rains,

you were the blossom of daffodils, 

you were everything I ever wanted, 

but you didn't last long,

and now that you've passed,

here I am, reminiscing memories with bonfires of every colour I've seen in you,

here I am, 

awaiting the winter,

almost grey,

almost dead.