#dear spring

[themagicinmypen]

Dear Spring

Oh dear spring, I am not ready for you this year, I do not long For my plants to wake Or the birdsong to disturb my sleep. The fledgelings in the hedgerow Are not ready to fly; They are tired, I am so tired, I just wish to lay here, uncovered, And perhaps enjoy Your cool breeze.

[stray-daydreaming]

dear spring

dear spring please come

green tea (obsessed) green leaves

My WEAK self fallen I missed you

but now i see golden rays

green tea green leaves

dear spring

[theyellowhue]

Dear Spring,

I hope you wont be as cold as last spring

I have high hopes for you

And also, please take your pollen count down a notch, some of us have severe allegries

[pushingsisyphus]

Dear Spring

[xo-dolcepetalz-xo]

(esta.)

There’s nothing like getting lost in the beat 

[peppermintollie]

19th of October

Dear Spring, I don't think I have basked in you so much all year as I did today. On a picnic rug ensconced between rows and rows of varying, brightly coloured roses. The sun was shining, the breeze smelled deliciously fresh from the nearby river. I was in the loveliest of company too. I think lovely company is important to enjoying such a glorious day. I can recollect times in which a situation has been so perfect in every possible way, and the company I was with were not kind. In these situations I find myself having the most dreadful time, as if my surroundings are being poisoned by the toxic words of the people I have found myself in the complete displeasure of company with. But today was not at all like that Spring. Today was beautiful.

[pregnancyscare-lesbianjokes]

Coffee Break #13

Dear Spring,

I remember back in the day what it was like to be able to breathe. I remember what it was like to smell the air and enjoy the scents surrounding me. Now you're here, Spring, and your flowers are making babies and the air is filled with the baby maker juices called pollen and now I'm dying. I don't get to enjoy aromas anymore or hate stenches. With my congested nose comes a congested head and my ears can't hear as clearly as before. The pollen dances into my eyes until they puff and swell and it hurts to open my eyes. Now I get to hesitate to go outside and having my nose swell, my eyes puff, and my head congest until the sounds are muffled and I have you to thank for that, Spring. I hate you...

Sincerely,

Sasha