Spring Love

• Patrick Wachnik, Grade 8, St Aloysius College - Senior School
• Poetry
• 2013

Excellence Award in the 'Dream Big 2013' competition

I love the way she sweeps away the cold,
Her hair a thousand rosebuds in the breeze.
She bests the summer sun or autumn gold,
When ushers she the birds into the trees.

With strokes I start to paint her blossomed hair.
Her eyes two pools of water thawed right through.
Her face a children’s playground free of care,
Her arms two brush strokes of such gleaming hue.

But when she leaves and lets the Sun gleam more,
I start to feel a sadness growing deep.
As now the summer sweat begins to draw
The happy movements of my brush which seep.

And so I come to know, I love thee spring.
Our bond a source of endless joy you bring.