Springtime
I do not remember last spring. Or summer or autumn for that matter. It has been a very long winter --seems like a very long one indeed.
But we live in a Universe of renewal, and spring does eventually come, doesn't it?
I wrote this poem after a weekend of beauty here. And I, overcome by it.
Springtime
VIolets and jonquils
celebrate sunlight,
together.
Mint and Marjoram,
your new leaves
sing aloud!
Quail
so quick and fleeting…
Did you remember her promise?
(She said you would come!)
a glimpse,
unexpected, brought
tears.
Song of Joy,
I thought you would not find me!
Gratitude,
You remembered
My fragile heart.
Springtime,
Thank you for being here,
Thank you, Thank you
For being.
But we live in a Universe of renewal, and spring does eventually come, doesn't it?
I wrote this poem after a weekend of beauty here. And I, overcome by it.
Springtime
VIolets and jonquils
celebrate sunlight,
together.
Mint and Marjoram,
your new leaves
sing aloud!
Quail
so quick and fleeting…
Did you remember her promise?
(She said you would come!)
a glimpse,
unexpected, brought
tears.
Song of Joy,
I thought you would not find me!
Gratitude,
You remembered
My fragile heart.
Springtime,
Thank you for being here,
Thank you, Thank you
For being.