Springtime


It so occurred to me, one winter day
That never have I beheld springs splendor,
As the blooming flowers that wind so sways
Which all swear is life's greatest of pleasures.

I have seen the leafs of autumn crumble,
As nature discards its husk to decay.
Creatures facing the insurmountable,
As winter's fury no longer refrains.

I have seen the encroaching frigidness,
The bitter blizzards of living dismay.
That silence of such utter completeness,
Leaving but waste as desolation wanes.

Though naught can I recall winter's decline,
Ushering in the first day of springtime.

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