I savor the feeling
The smell of it
The sun is setting
I love it, I admit
Spring in Indiana
Driving back home
My music is playing
And I’m never alone
It feels like a dream
Infinite, you may say
Yes I stole that line from a book
And it’s a little cliché
But it doesn’t matter
Because it’s true
My car in the spring
Shows me the best views
Click here to see more spring inspired poetry and GirlSpring contributor Marin Poleshek’s perspective on the season!
