I desperately miss the hop of spring <br />The verve of blossoming bluebells <br />They meet midday sun with a smile <br /> <br />The buzz of a thousand tiny tipsy bees <br />Drunk from beauteous bounty of flowers <br />At the furthest distance mile after mile <br /> <br />The frenzy of flocking butterflies <br />Childlike in their play they color the sky <br />Miss the miracle if you blink awhile <br /> <br />The bush on the path refuses to die <br />Anxious seeds swollen from winter <br />Lay on a bed that they find fertile <br /> <br />Now spring has passed into summer <br />The air’s perfumes dissipate <br />Fruits litter the ground in piles <br /> <br />The sun tans and torches the soil <br />Opposing the hand of thunderstorms <br />Nature proves quite versatile <br /> <br />The grass path is now trodden on <br />Sun goes to bed with the children <br />The land is readied for winter’s trial<br /><br />Leslie Alexis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passing-time-14/
