In
Spring
It is Spring again.
The Earth is like
A pampered child
Spoiled and kissed
That knows the weather’s
Changes and stays mild.
Spring gains again
The poet’s heart
And promises in May
To have a relaxing day.
Spring is connected
To birds and trees,
And frees the thoughts
To fly like birds.
Spring blows my mind
And promises lined
Up with hugs and kisses
For the cute mistress.
Tomshinsky@2026