Blame it on Spring (seasonal confessions)

In Spring, life is so overt
I have trouble focusing on it all.
For in every direction
Something is busy blooming
Into itself ever more effulgently
Everything wears its name, so blatantly.
Winter is easy for me, as
The single blade of grass
Is all that’s left to say yes through!
Or a little girl’s left behind snow angel imprint. Or a stroke of fresh neon green graffiti
Some kid
Fonted at night in my alley.
It gives my real eyes
A point to gaze towards.

I was born in Spring
Which is why I can’t
Finish poems. Yes,
I’ll blame it on Spring!
Spring’s ADHD makes
Everything illuminated all at once,
So you need an automatic lens
To stay in focus.
I should buy one
While it’s still Winter.