What Spring Whispers to Me

I am just a girl

Who sees the weight of the world

& wonders if there is something she can add

To make the dazzle of the sun’s reflection a little brighter.

I am just a girl

Who stops to feel the breeze against her cheeks and smell the flowers

& imagines that someone someday will push a pink one in her hair

While running a loving finger across the slant of her cheekbone.

For I am just a girl

Who wishes to forever stay a dreamer

& scowls at curly hair forever fighting against inevitably weak bobby pins

With eyes that forever follow the hummingbird buzzing outside her window.