The Death of Spring

I saw you walking in the park today, And all at once my world came tumbling down. You looked as though you had not aged a day! - Although I noticed just the slightest frown As your eyes blinked against the setting sun. You raised your hand as though to wave at me; And my heart, foolish still, became undone. But you sought the shade of a walnut tree Close by, and didn’t see me standing there. It seemed to me the birds had ceased to sing, As though they knew the sum of my despair And winter’s cruel slaughtering of spring. Too soon you turned and quickly walked away And left me there with one more day to slay.