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Kissing Spring

Kissing Spring

By Thandiwe Andrade-Foster

When Spring came and kissed me at my window,

She called me come and play,

She sang, come watch my golden fingers,

My gilded curls, melt this snow away.

Her warmth was like a soft crescendo,

Birds flew to welcome day,

When Spring came and kissed me at my window

And carried my heart away.

I thought she’d blown away my sorrow,

She’d stolen my heart, how gay!

She sang, come watch my golden fingers,

My gilded curls, melt this snow away.

We lay in field and meadow,

I hoped to see her stay,

When Spring came and kissed me at my window

She stole my heart away.

Her mud-dressed feet danced with each tomorrow,

My hand in hers through May,

She sang, come feel my golden fingers,

My gilded curls, melting this snow away.

We had so little time to borrow,

“I love you” she knew I’d say,

When Spring came and kissed me at my window

I wished my heart away.

Her smiles were as sunlight glow,

I thought her oh so fey,

She sang, come touch my golden fingers,

My gilded curls; I’ve melted your snows away.

Her grass-green eyes did mischief show,

And I knew she’d never stay,

When Spring came and kissed me at my window,

But still I gave my heart away.

About The Author:

Thandiwe Andrade-Foster is a Creative Writing and English Major at the University of Maine at Farmington. She was born in Florida but has since lived in upstate New York, El Salvador, and Massachusetts. Yes, El Salvador. Her parents bought she and her siblings there when she was nine years old to volunteer. This experience and further family travels in the U.S. and around the world, have shaped her into a lover of language, culture, and travel. She is an avid reader, writer, and learner, and aspires to work in publishing while writing original works after graduation.

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Poetry, The River

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