Spring At Florida Poem by Natasa To

Sunlight slips through orange leaves,

warm as a whispered hello.

In Florida spring, the air

doesn't wake suddenly—

it stretches.



Palms sway like slow dancers

beside quiet blue canals,

and the breeze carries salt

from a patient, breathing sea.



White egrets step through the marsh

like careful thoughts,

while somewhere far off

a boat hums across glassy water.



Bougainvillea climbs fences in bright laughter—

pink, coral, flame—

as if the earth itself

decided to celebrate color.



Even the rain arrives softly,

a brief silver curtain

that cools the sunburned afternoon

before vanishing into warmth again.



And when evening settles,

gold dissolves into violet skies.

Frogs begin their small orchestra,

fireflies write gentle sparks in the dusk.



This is spring here—

not a shy beginning,

but a long, glowing breath

between sun and sea. 🌴🌸