madrid in springtime

madrid in springtime i have never seen madrid in the springtime i have never seen madrid at all does the sun rise differently in madrid than in san francisco on those rare city days when there is no fog nor wind to chase the clouds away i have seen morning in san francisco where lovers stroll hand in hand down meandering paths parting with the majesty of coit tower somehow it reminded me of what madrid must be like in the springtime lovers carry multi-colored blankets tucked under their arms and wear smiles and sunglasses on days like this the water changes color with the day as the bay is filled with sailboats hoisting colorful sails to the blue-sky background whipping around in circles and going nowhere until the sun begins to set tiberon sits quietly like an oil painting in the near distance with colors bright and plentiful defining the boundaries of the quaint little town where they lap into the pacific and rinse off like rounded stones of gray and brown madrid would be seen through the lens of a camera should i ever visit in the springtime while remembering san francisco for now i will look across the bay and wonder if madrid in the springtime is a place for lovers would you join me someday when i rub the sleepy dreams from my eyes and raise my sails to the wind hoping to catch a glimpse of madrid in the springtime i have never seen madrid in the springtime i have never seen madrid at all tolbert