Transient Beauty

Breath of spring and fresh romances flown Farther than where clouds their dew have wept! Hither sweep your hand upon all seeds unsown: Reap the gold in winter’s wardship kept! Bashfully, the moon of March ascends, Shedding rays of silver light on bright Dreams of green demesnes, whose rousing blends Green emotions fed by her delight. Spoiled by sunny streams of warmth, the earth Lures the mind of man away from cold Misery to calm, resplendent birth Shaped anew in firm and fitting mould. Decked in snowdrops, Spring displays her crown Carried high by nymphs and satyrs, proud Envoys quick to hail their queen, whose gown Cloaks the woods and awes the blooming crowd. Dozing off on waves of rolling grass, Lovers breathe the scent of youth and live Fleeting hours of joy while bees amass Nectar drops which lilies gladly give. Transient beauty doomed to die! By what Spell of old did crass reality Close the grip of time and swiftly cut Roots which fed your immortality? Pleasant summer’s not too far behind, But by autumn’s end you’ll be asleep, Bound to rise again within my mind While, in winter, faithful watch I keep. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com