Remember when we met in spring,
Everything began anew.
We watched the flowers bloom.
Along with the flowers, we felt our love bloom.
The rain cleansed our pasts in spring.
We welcomed this season anew.
We learned to live anew.
Petals and our hearts opened in bloom.
We will always have that spring.
We sat on that bench again in spring admiring each other anew, hoping to bloom.
– Written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Poetry challenge #47: Spring in the park. Image prompt and “Spring in the park.” Poetry form Tritina. Painting by Cornoyer.