Spring stayed longer then

I miss those spring days
when the sun lay on my skin
like a sunflower opening without trying.
I kept saying your name,
softly, again and again,
as if repeating it could slow the afternoon.
We sat under a tree,
branches moving gently above us,
birds filling the silence we didn’t need to break.
The sky felt endless then—
so wide it made the future seem harmless,
like something far away
that would never reach us.
We didn’t think about what comes after warmth—
how summer rushes in too quickly,
how storms arrive without warning,
how winter quietly takes things away.
We didn’t wonder.
We didn’t prepare.
We just wandered,
believing time would stay kind
as long as we didn’t look at it too closely.

Nubisha Rabya Topote, a class 10 student at Viqarunnisa Noon School and College, is a budding poet who finds inspiration in every opportunity to write. Find more of her work @nubishawrites.