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The amount of time I spend with you is one season. Three months before you get tired of me, wanting a change. Or is it I that wants a change, so I act in such a way that makes you want to get rid of me, to move into summer? But once you’re truly gone, I wish it was spring again.
By Laurie R. URL on 10.12.2011
Spring…what can I say, your full of life, but full of death. Flowers grow and tornadoes growl…Water brings forth growth and floods bring destruction. This is the paradox of life.
By Austin on 10.12.2011
They say spring is a time for renewal, rebirth. New love, maybe once lost. But I see spring as a contradiction – when long, seemingly endless winters embitter your heart and make you lose all hope, spring is there to make the joke that you’re wrong. That things always have a cycle, and your misery (and your joy) always have a quitting point.
By Silvana URL on 10.12.2011
Spring is a symbol of new life, new birth and new beginning. It is a highly important time for the Christian faith as they celebrate Easter because of the resurrection of Christ. We see lambs, rabbits, and the beauty of nature as symbols of the seasonal time of Spring. Vivaldi’s Spring Concerto as part of his ‘four seasons’ is a famous example of how Spring can influence the arts.
By laura URL on 10.12.2011
Spring fever. It’s something that’s kind of similar to cabin fever. They’re both kinds of sicknesses that are kind of mental. You know. Not contagious or anything. Sometimes you do feel physically sick though. Sometimes when I have spring fever, I feel like I’m going to DIE if spring doesn’t hurry up and come already. It does happen.
By Jordan URL on 10.12.2011
Spring is what I feel when I look at you. Joy, hope, rebirth. You are everything that brings happiness in my life. The blooming of flowers represents my love anew each day. You are my spring.
By Meg on 10.12.2011
flowers birds bees allergies. all the things that are hindered by winter. time for fresh cleaning, time for cooler clothes, time to have a new start at things. spring in your step, makes you, or objects jump. something to look forward to after cold long winters.
By laura on 10.12.2011
Every day, people forced me to desperately wish I could instantly spring forward eight months–in that time, I would be done with senior year. I would be done with the back-stabbing, immaturity, childishness, two-faced friends. Flipping out on them no longer released all of my pent up anger. It was much deeper than that. And I needed out. Now.
By Marissa URL on 10.12.2011
The gears turned, not rusted, but no longer with the shine of new metal. A spring sprung loose from one of the many intricate pieces within the maching. Hurridly it’s owner went to repair it, his beloved machiene. It was the only thing he had, a work in progress and some day it would make him more than he was.
By Solanaceae URL on 10.12.2011
spring! What a lovely time of year which comes too late for my tastes here in the mountains. Blooms by June 1st are a rarity so I often start buying flowers in April just fill my need for colors other than brown, white and gray!
By Melia/Aj URL on 10.12.2011
like coiled energy looking for an outlet. excited emotion held tight in a small, confined bit of space, waiting for escape. but by the time all this inspiration was released, what was compressed there had changed and the spring had lost its buoyancy. it simply fell limp and lifeless to the side. unused and forgotten, its allure temporary and taken for granted. now it lays, greying, at the bottom of the stairs – occasionally noticed and remembered, admired even, but thrown away all the same.
By unbornsymphony URL on 10.12.2011
I don’t really like it as much as I should.
I say I do. Because people want to believe in romantic people, in people with warm hearts that finds beauty on the way everything else is being born.
I just feel that something is lacking. Lacking here. In my. Heart.
By Memé URL on 10.12.2011
he coiled into a bound up pile ready to launch at the slightest of touches.
By Tessa Lyons on 10.12.2011
spring flowers love kisses nice body flowers sun walks and other stuff happiness i don’t know what else. usually i am depressed at that time. and alone. so alone I can barely think. I cannot think at all actually. fail person. I would like to go on a date with Nick at the forest for pic nic. It would work for our relationship. really . i love him so much.
By ioanna on 10.12.2011
the flowers are born. the sun is out. skirts are getting shorter and shorter, bare skin everywhere.
By Amelie on 10.12.2011
An incredible mountain spring came out of the mountain. Birds rushed to drink, insects, hummed to its surface, and everything had sprung to life? Springing into the life that it was meant to experience. It came within the reach of the winter winds, but came from a faraway place covered in icy grips. without thinking, I rushed forcward and backwards, reaching for warmth and calling for green, winter nipping at my heals.
By Lily on 10.12.2011
Lovely, lovely colors. Mama used to always say that after she set fire to the lawn.
By Llama on 10.12.2011
sunshine over everything. flowers. rain. new things new chances coffee and fog on a mirror time to walk, dew on everything, water on your boots. skirts and twirling in fields of flax (where?) romance, dreams. health
By Charlotte on 10.12.2011
spring is most liked out of all the 4 seasons, i think. it’s the in-between of summer and fall. i guess you could say it’s the gray of the seasons. not black or white.
By Taylor on 10.12.2011
The spring is my favorite time of year. The weather is perfect and the world just looks so green. Living in California, no season is just right–except the spring time. Not too hot, not too cold.
By Emily on 10.12.2011
Verdant green and renewing. Rain washes away the dregs of winter and fresh life springs from the bathed earth. Warm and cool intertwine and send me shivering. Splashing in puddles and watching short flurries of rain through a big window.
By Strother Hill on 10.12.2011
i already did this word.
Spring is a fun season. fun for swimming and other outdoor activities, like hiking, basketball, football, soccer, tennis and baseball. And time to spend with family.
By KKE on 10.12.2011
spring is very nice. it’s very warm and the deer and butterflies can come out to play. the trees are happy and the sun is happy and the grass is NOT HAPPY BECAUSE IT GETS CUT AND INFESTED WITH WEEDS, but the flowers are happy and the bees are happy. the pool is warm one minute and freezing the next minute. but overall, spring is pretty nice. and warm. and sunny.
By Becca URL on 10.12.2011
The car chugs along silently over the oceans of waving grass. We drive past the exploding yellow wattle trees, away from the purple defined mountains and part the car at the gate. Our Sunday drive around the country is over and its now time to walk past the world of beauty, and into the world of reality.
By Serena URL on 10.12.2011
light pours through my window as i stretch the cold from my bones and rub the frost from my tired eyes. i let the warmth cascade over my skin and bask in the glow of the fresh world. spring has come, and with it a new day.
By philippa weston URL on 10.12.2011
Springtime for Hitler in Germany. Spring into action. Springs always get tangled. I hate that. I wonder who invented the spring? And why is the season called spring? That never made any sense to me. Is the grass “springing” to life? By the true dictionary definition? Or is just growing?
Poland Spring makes good water. Well, making water is different.
By Heinz on 10.12.2011
there is so much too say about this but i can’t even think about it. weather is juste perfect, not too cold not to hot, wet grass, god i love that smell. a minute isnt enough. i like you, juste sayin.
By mybirthday on 10.12.2011
The spring was sharpened to a sadistic point and then compressed into the cushion. It’s the only way I can explain just how the thing got to be so vicious. It’s like a hidden-dagger surprise, just waiting for the unsuspecting, weary patron to stop for a rest. “This looks comfy.” Then: BAMM!! Spring in the ass.
By Raymond Masters URL on 10.12.2011
This spring i will get thiner than last spring, i would like to go out wi my friends and stay for a long time just beinf myself, i would like to get rest in a beach with lovely flowers
By Daniela leiva on 10.12.2011
spring is a time to let go of winter and move on into something warm. a fresh start; a new beginning blooming with beauty and endless possibilities.
By Jduck9 on 10.12.2011
It’s the leap of words springing out and springing forth and I would like to crank it all back down, like cramming a spooked Jack-in-the-Box away. Too late now, though. Too late because it’s all been said and spilled and launched over the dirty linoleum to our scuffed shoes, waiting for a response.
By allison URL on 10.12.2011
boys..bunnies..easter egg.. grass… easter.. rain.. flowers.. baseball.. swimming.. spring break..beer..almost summer .. love..
By Brooke on 10.12.2011
the thing I like most about spring? the fact that winter is over and summer is on it’s way.
By More Everything URL on 10.12.2011
Silent Spring. It’s being held captive by carbon monoxide, that aptly named monster. But Rachel is to the rescue. And Jane. And all of those primates. They come barreling in like George of the Jungle on vines, superheroes and sidekicks in action. But they can’t fight an enemy they cannot sees. Sighs of resignation echo all around.
By Talia URL on 10.12.2011
Flowers pushing from the ground
grass plusher and green
moist scent in the hair
mulch, earth, soil
light rains and thunderstorms
beginnings of summer come june
wishing for more life
lambs, chicks, easter, and tulips
By alice on 10.12.2011
So far away I can hardly remember its truth. It’s colder now. Cozier now. Better now. Fall is the antispring and it lets us rest. There’s little anticipation. No pressure. The year’s closing out. We can breath easier under our bundles of coats and blankets.
By Morgan on 10.12.2011
Spring has sprung. That’s what they say, right? No more winter, the little plants want nothing more than to break through the warming soil to let the sun shine on their faces. Green everywhere, a spring in everyone’s step as the doldrums come to an end at last.
By hbcarbonleaf URL on 10.12.2011
It’s wet. and squishy, with too muck grey. I want something I can’t have, never gonna have, but that’s ok. Really. I may LOOK like I want to stomp and have a cow, but not really. It’s an illusion.. of the mind.
By gashlycrumbno.26 URL on 10.12.2011
it was spring when a new species of flower was conceived, pushing down into the recesses of the cold ground any predecessors; like a weed that jockeys for position and that, ultimately, holds dominance over all else that was there before.
but it was beautiful
and it gave birth to a world of undiscovered potential.
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