April Spring Poem Writing Competition Third Place!

Spring is coming
The soil loosing,
The snow is melting,
Spring has come to me.

Spring is the season to be buried.
The soil not too hard to dig into.
The snow won’t cover the traces,
Of someone who had once been
Waiting for spring to come.

Spring is perfect for erecting a grave.
The overturned soil will be overturned some more,
Covering all traces of someone entering the undergrowth.
The snow becomes white petals from dogwood trees,
Slowly decorating the headstone,
Celebrating the coming of spring.

Spring started with weeping,
The soil swallowed the bitter tears
The snow has long melted
Spring has come to me.