Untitled poem by Linnea Engblom of Chapel Hill, NC
its spring i dont need upper case
its spring punctuation is optional but i love exclamations!
okay here we go
no wonder people fall in love this time of year
wake up tomorrow and breathe deeply again
fall asleep in the rain
feel the wind around your sockless ankles and ears
dont dilute excitement let it overwhelm you
find a playground and swing on the tire swing
get muddy really really muddy
and make sure you wear white to make it really really fun
eat m&ms every single day even the peanut butter ones
dont control your dreams run along with them
take a journey
go left instead of right
right instead of forward
end up where you've never been
catch yourself loving
About the author:
My full name is Linnea Kristina Engblom (yes I'm 100% swedish american). I grew up in Stillwater, MN actually, although I transplanted to the south (talk about culture shock) about two years ago. I now live, work and go to school (for nursing) in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. I do not ordinarily consider myself a writer, much less a poet; my poem was quite literally inspired by spring herself... I couldn't help myself. It was quite a few years ago, in Minnesota, after a long cold dark winter, and when the first warm days started arriving I felt like I was almost bursting with excitement.
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