A Season of Promise

It’s a season of promise that all’s well
Heaven smiles; yeah! The future’s bright
All we see, hear, touch! What a delight!
Nature’s beauty has cast a magical spell
Sadly, spring will eventually bid farewell
And April showers will soon say good night
May flowers will wilt in the harsh sunlight
Summer solstice cometh; spring’s death knell!
But the promise of spring comes next year
And the beauty of nature will again be here!
Copyright F Aparici             04/28/2017

In Spring, everything is full of promise.... The child sporting upon the lawn, and the season, sympathize together, and nature rejoices in her virgin loveliness. ~Charles Lanman, "The Dying Year," 1840

This is my sixth and last poem about spring... Photo is a wallpaper publicly available.

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