sometimes spring

the sky sometimes
is too clear in spring
not muffled by dusty orange
autumn leaves

or covered by the pure white flakes
of cold winter morning

spring is naked
it blooms unabashed
there is nowhere to hide

in summer the chaos,
the fireworks, a barbecue
with your neighbor

it is easy
to forget yourself in summer

not in spring
it is real, fresh ... new
it is the same
as the other seasons
except it does not
hesitate
to tell the truth