On My Way To Campus, Spring

The third poem in a series of four which I wrote in between 2010 and 2013, whilst I was in university.

In the trickles of light, all the carpets so flushed
With awakening blooms rolled the path to my feet.
While the light-footed breeze through my hair had it brushed The new floral ensemble shook their hips to my beat.
Then the leaves called to me, ‘We are born once again!
We light hope for the young of our old hopping friends,
For the bard by the trees and the child on the plain
And the bubbling vagrants who run round the bends.’
Let them rest on the greens as they all share the sun,
Let their tongues taste the sprays of the succulent brew.
In my warm, thoughtful trot, I heard time come undone.
Now let time pull the strings so we won’t bid adieu.