wind through my hairssun's reflect shine on my facemusic gracing my ears with melodiesi can feel the summer is at the doorknocking constantly to let her in our worldspring is somehow keeping hold on herit won't fade till all flowers bloomand bees enjoy the nectartill there's fresh air from the treesand rivers seem clean
Written on- March 18, 2025; 9pm
This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". This poem is like another prologue poem for this series. I wrote this by personifying seasons as if they summer is fighting spring to knock at our door.