For the vernal equinox: Fickle spring

It’s been a while since I posted, so I decided to write a mediocre poem in honor of the vernal equinox. Please feel free to leave a response or make suggestions!

Fickle Spring

she scatters promises like rose
petals at a wedding; their confetti
rains down around her, grand
marshal of her own parade, and we
the adoring crowds line festooned
streets to welcome her, eager
to catch a glimpse as her parti-
colored float drifts past

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