Spring first bloomed in October,
The blue eyes against the orange flame
The season bloomed for years,
But now I saw her in a different light.

Maybe it was the cold sun,
Through the shedding branches.
But my heart flew like leaves carried in the wind.
How long had I slept through the spring song?

I had spent so long digging to find love,
I ignored the blooming flower of spring.
My hands smelt of dirt and despair
Not the close blossom.

The season buried in the pages of books,
Her stitched jumpers,
I wanted to wear

December comes, my silent love
I jest our love, a permanent joke stained in the group,
A laugh between banter and confession.
Laying on the sofa slotted together like a jigsaw, meant to be.

Not just friends, but not yet lovers.
An unnamed gap between winter and spring.

My silent affection thawed and came summer
Until three days,
Three days that I dared ask
Dared ask for spring's love back.

My love for her glows like the winter fire,
A tied bow on my rib cage,
My heart beats out Spring's name.

As I whisper my love to her,
As spring is my whole world.