Hello, Spring

i was sitting outside with a notebook and pencil and just started writing. no high expectations plz.

I ponder over a blank page

Slowly filling with graphite

An eraser in one hand 

As I write with the other

The sun beats down on my bent neck

And when I look up to think

It gets in my eyes, greeting me happily

Whispers "I'm back" in the brightest of undetectable song

Buds against an open sky of blue

With a single paint-stroke cloud

They rustle in a tiny breeze

That lifts my hair

I look back over

My messy scribbles

And decide I like them after all.

"Hello, Fly," I murmur at a passing buzz

"Hello, Robin," to a trill of song.

"Hello, Spring," I say, feeling slightly dorky

And close my notebook

To walk around in sprouts of green grass.

Author's Note

This was spontaneous; it's unedited as of now and reviews would be appreciated! also, any better title ideas? Also, do you think i should split this into two poems, the one about writing and the one about spring, or do you think i should leave it?

Reviews

[Fallacy Pharmacy]

A lovely poem-I adore spring ^^ In my opinion the poem is great as it is-you should be rather proud of this little masterpiece, well done!

[Rogelio Chavez]

Good poem. I think you should leave like it is. It's good already.

[Haifa]

I was enjoying it I feel relax from reading it.

[Holly-Marie]

I like it as one longer poem, it flows very well as it is.
I loved the fourth stanza. It read so well =) You have a beautiful way of putting your thoughts across.