I nominated this poem for the contest, but I didn't yet know how to comment on it. I still don't, really. It's hard to smack words onto something you love, and I happen to love every little thing you write. The last three stanzas are pure wonder. You have that moment, the mango. You have the taste of the fruit, the juice from the corners of your mouth, you have the vision of the trees, the feel of the wind, and in that moment you're taken OUT of time. You see this season returning year after year, cycling through, as the wrinkles around your eyes grow deeper and there you are, still, looking at each other and smiling. That moment is Spring.
I really loved the awesome imagery throughout the entire poem, it felt as though I was living within the season with the writer, each description gave more life to the poem. 'daisy-speckled grass' was rather clever,
The white hair on your head, I guess I didn't quite pick up on that - if you meant for it to be literal or figurative but I didn't pick up on the metaphor? I suppose if I thought about it longer I could figure it out, but it definitely made me think, because it has such a mysterious significance that isn't said flat out. Perhaps its how the writer was feeling or feels in Spring? I like the unknown of this stanza and how it's open for any interpretation.
I liked the usage of 'At length,' you never really hear that in poetry, It may have been my first time hearing it in a poem but I liked it, it was something different, and a very nice transition into the rest of the poem. You did a great job in this stanza describing how the days get longer at the end of Spring, into the start of summer.