Spring to me signifies freedom.
Each winter, a beautiful world is held in a white prison and then, in spring, it just feels liberated. I can relate to that feeling, because it is much like my mind. Once it is held in ice by cold thoughts, then it feels happier when it finds the colors.
I’m probably the last one at Blaga’s Season Favorite Challenge, but I thought I’d give my two cents on why each season is favorite to me, before declaring a season as my all time favorite. I also share this post with Haiku My Heart; accompanying image from THIS SOURCE.
I long to breathe free
In spring’s first breeze; feel the soul
Once trapped by winter
© Leo 08/July/2011