**"The Edge of Spring Semester"** The campus hums in drowsy tune, Beneath the stretch of golden June, Where dog-eared notes and coffee stains Mark battles fought in scholar’s chains. His backpack sags with weary pride, Each textbook worn, each margin wide With scribbled thoughts and midnight dreams— Now drifting down like sunlit streams. The cherry blossoms start to fade, As finals loom in nervy shade. He counts the hours, the pages too, A mind still sharp, a soul askew. Late nights blur into morning mist, Of essays penned and quizzes missed, Yet in his stride, a quiet flame— The hunger still to stake his claim. Dorm lights flicker, laughter thins, The year winds down with whispered winds. He stands atop the season’s crest, Both tired and charged, a kind of rest. For though the deadlines make him bend, He knows what waits beyond the end: A breath, a break, a deeper truth— That he has grown beyond his youth. Would you like this poem formatted for a card or graduation message? See more