Spring Came Too Early
I swirl and twirl on the reason and rhyme
Of a season so perfect, vulnerable and fine.
Leaping and jumping on the checkerboard of time,
Recalling the hourglass sands falling in line.
For isn't spring but an exuberant child
Speeding through the red lights of life?
Sweet the wine of loving free and wild,
I pirouette on the cutting edge of a knife.
The words of the wise thrown to the breeze,
Lost in the swirl of spring's celebration.
Echoing softly in the tender green trees,
Whispering caution, filled with trepidation.
Frost paid a visit in the darkness of night,
Freezing the dewdrops on the gentle green grass.
Spreading his blanket, all cold and white
Not one single flower or bud did he pass.
Shriveled petals falling like rain,
The love that forever I hold dear.
I drift and glide on winds of pain,
For spring came too early that year.
I swirl and twirl on the reason and rhyme
Of a love so perfect, vulnerable and fine.
Leaping and jumping on the checkerboard of time,
Remembering the love that once was mine.
Copyright © Heidie Buys | Year Posted 2011
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