a spring of creamy butterfly wings beating joyfully
beating joyfully on the beating walls
of your stomach beating with joy
a spring of sudden wind gusts
that rush up behind and
with gusto, sweep you off your feet
a spring of a sun reborn
awakening earlier with each morning
less and less eager to depart
it feels like spring here
I feel the butterflies
in my stomach, anxiously
waiting for you
when you lift
me off my feet I hear
that gust
the sun lingers but
time hurries by,
as if to compensate
it feels a lot like spring here
with you,
with spring
saara 