Spring Break In Vrgina Poem by Natasa To

Spring break in Virginia hums low and sweet,
Where dogwoods scatter snow at your feet
And red clay roads breathe out the rain,
Soft as a memory, warm as refrain.

In Virginia Beach, the ocean loosens its tongue,
Waves roll silver, young and unstrung.
Boardwalk laughter rides the breeze,
Salt on skin, sun through the trees.

Out west, the hush of the Blue Ridge Mountains calls,
Mist like a curtain in emerald halls.
Trails wake up from winter's keep,
Trillium rising from earth's deep sleep.

In Charlottesville, café doors swing wide,
Students spill out in a jubilant tide.
Books lie closed in the tender grass,
Clouds drift slow as the hours pass.

Down by the bends of the James River,
Kayaks cut where the waters shiver.
Sunlight stitches gold on blue,
And every horizon feels freshly new.

Spring break here is not just escape—
It's blossoms tracing the state's soft shape,
History breathing in warm, bright air,
And freedom flowering everywhere. 🌸