Verse: Associations

I start
with a word
spring

and you
see crocus
their hushed lips
wet with fresh dew

you smell
soft lilacs
in bloom
their scent
permeating the room

you hear
black-capped chickadees
start the day
calling out
for cheeseburgers

you taste
the sweet tickle of
wild strawberries
on your tongue

and all
because I said
spring