Goodbye Spring
Gone are the bright heroic heads waving along the highway,
Once so psychedelic in their vibrant, vivid display.
Only to wilt and die during the scorching summer,
Diligent first, by sowing seeds for any future newcomer.
Busy modern mowers deadhead the wavering brilliance.
Yesterday’s showy walkdown modulates their efflorescence.
Each brave blossom catches my eye as I mourn the array.
Spring’s dramatic demise leaves a monochromatic palette,
Promoting promises of harvests that stimulate my palate.
Regal raiment of tastes and smells overcomes my loss,
Instilling, rather, exuberance for salad greens to toss!
No mourning for what is past, as Summer now is boss.
Glorious Spring is gone, but I am a zestful Summer zealot
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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