It's Spring Poem by Alixis Russell

It’s lemonade in a cardboard cup between the legs of a freshly tanned, sunglass wearing, brown eyed girl. It’s a white Jeep, blaring Enrique loud.

It’s a tilted back head, skin soaking in the warm sun and the sweet breeze which feels like a caress on the tennis courts. It's the cheap sunglasses and cheeky pictures with the one and only.

It’s the jazzy sound of a saxophone. It’s the thrill of that day that finally smolders above 70 degrees. It’s the white capris.

It’s the baseball players. It’s the brand new racquets. It’s the undeniable sense of pleasure that anyone receives on those first breezy days. It’s the new state of mind on a bright, bright day.

It’s the sweat beneath the dark curls. It’s the country song that brings tears to your eyes. It’s the lessons learned, the mistakes made. It’s the future ahead, bright and beautiful. It’s the laughter, memories. It’s the good things in life.

It’s Spring.