Blue sky finery…
An avalanche of blossoms
burst with glee upon the streets,
as if thrown atop those reaching claws,
of winter’s dark lament,
and sunlight shy of winter’s night,
tries to validate a smile of pinks and whites,
so distinct against the still brooding sky.
One day it took to transform
those twiggy streets so dim,
of green moss shadows and dark wet skin,
to adorn with such delicate blooms,
where winter ends and spring resumes,
yet cold it still remains,
and sun still cautious in a distant refrain.
Bring me sun, dressed in all its spring finery,
and let that chill spill into fallen night,
to leave my days in shear delight,
as new growth gathers
and life assumes this season fair,
if only the sun did care and take away
this somber mood.
Half there, in stalled stance,
my spring unsung in full romance,
please, oh please fall you grasping winter,
and let my heart soar,
embraced of warmth restored,
all that chilled and in spite abhorred,
a persistent and peevish winter.
Tony DeLorger © 2017