Spring Is Back Poem by Alexandro Johns

Spring is back,
despite the mistreatment
we are giving to the Earth.

Spring time,
don't pass by my side
without looking at me,
I only ask you for a tender red rose
that I will squeeze it to my chest
until I bleed:
I must return to live
with the ephemeral promise
of your inmortality.

I have suffered enough
the stories of winter
with the burning wait of your arrival,
but you are already here.
You always come back
perfumed and swift.

Spring,
I want to be reconcile with you,
running between footpaths green
and buzzing bees,
embraced to you as if it was forever,
while my dog barks of joy
around us.