Spring

Spring drew closer,
  warming my soul once more.
Inspiring rays of hope    
  enticed my life to renewal.

With spirits soaring,
  happiness ordered depression to exit
  down his murky tunnel.
Hopes of resurgence 
  dawned an unsullied season. 

Life began to digest 
  a fresh new countenance,
  and I was alive!
Birds singing ecstasy of dawn
  satiated the sky with harmony.
Bees buzzing around 
  diligently sipped 
  life’s delectable nectar.

But spring began to fade.
Flowers paled and drooped, 
  trying to hold on to their awakening,
  one very last moment;
  clinging to their brilliancy,
  one more time.

Grass, browned and bristled,
  once yielding and kindhearted,
  now scratched and wounded,
  exasperating all navigators of terrain.    

My heart wept. 
Spring departed in silence, 
  saddening my life. 
Missing the sparkle, 
  I despaired over my failure,
  to save the flowers,
  to preserve the spring 
  with all its splendor.

Spring: a replica, in part, of life: 
  unforgettable climaxes,
  effervescent infusions
  filling our vessels.
Life lived to the fullest,
  blooming diversity anew,
  providing a pleasing display.


Spring’s flowers of love
  suddenly breathe their last breath
  and die, 
  but a promise is buried deep within:
  They will return!

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