Hello friends!! I had to write a response to a poem ([sweet spontaneous] by e.e. cummings) for my American Lit class on the topic of what Spring 2019 meant to me, with the added requirement that it be exactly 100 words, and deciding that I didn't want to write some boring sentences, I came up with this:



Spring means

light returning to the world

illuminating the good once obscured by night.

Although I enjoy the brisk mornings,

steaming apple cider in my mug,

reading great stories under the protection of covers and lamps,

many months spent indoors dampens the soul.





Spring brings the rebirth of life on Earth

and with it the hope that I too will be reborn.

That the return of the sun will serve as a reminder

that I have made it through another year.

That I have gone this far,

and there is so much I still need to see in this world.





Ahh...sometimes it's nice to get in your feelings. Even more so when you're getting a participation grade for it haha.