I'll Follow The (California) Sun

Moments in life melt like icicles;
For every tick of the clock,
A droplet a liquid plummets
From the chin of the ice.
Tick tock
Pitter patter
Splash.

How quickly the seasons change.
The last gasps of winter have been muffled
By the mellifluous singing of the birds.
As I look out my window,
Blades of grass protrude from the ground
Like hopeful little hands reaching toward the sun.
Rambunctious squirrels scurry through the bushes
While the wafting leaves on the trees,
Prompted by a susurrous breeze,
Affably greet
Spring’s sweet felicity.

Along with the changing of the seasons
Comes the end of one of life's many stages.
I find myself immersed in the twilight of my childhood;
That icicle is waning,
Now reduced to nothing but a stub. 
Graduation is right around the corner.

Though I’d been aware that my life
Would change for quite a while,
I nevertheless remained in denial
Of an auspicious tomorrow.
But the sight of spring’s exuberance
Renders hope within me;
Maybe change is within reach.
Perhaps soon I can break out of my shell
And blossom
Like the world outside of my window.

And so, once the season changes,
Onward I will go,
Westward bound!
To San Francisco Bay, 
Like many fortune seekers before me.
The rising 
Of the California sun will
Liquefy the last of this dying,
Cantankerous icicle,
And hopefully
Thaw my frozen dreams. 

And maybe then,
After years of acquiescence,
Will I finally find it within me to
Bloom.