Saturday, April 20, 2013
The sad skies of spring wept for 36 days,
life blood tears for the blooms of summer.
Shed of their winter garb and June’s gloom,
they sprout from the
all pale skin and pretty print dresses.
Beautiful “look at me” buds
on every corner fight for a flicker
of the sun’s attention. Their fragile
petals and long stems so eager
to be clipped, arranged, adorned
and loved on a dinning room table.
On every corner of the city, the scent
of new petals and flash of vibrant colors
distract the eye. Alas, the pursuit
of summer blossoms is a young man’s game,
but I do so like to watch and recall
my fertile days afield.