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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Charlotte B. Williams
over 2 years

Lovely.

Francis
Francis
over 2 years

Thank you

Nelson D Reyes
over 2 years

All is well and continues to be well. As one season bids goodnight another one says good morning each time with a spectrum of colors to delight. In dying is born a new life. And you're right Brod, the sun sets to rise. Like. Thank you for this one.

Francis
Francis
over 2 years

Thank you Brod.

I've started walking five-six miles every morning soon as I wake up. 90-120 minutes alone with my thoughts. That;s when verses come to me. Most of these short poems were composed during my daily walks.

Nelson D Reyes
Nelson D Reyes
over 2 years

@Francis: good thing to do esp in the morning. I wish I could. Maybe I should start rising up early like the sun but I couldn't. Sleeping in pulls me deeper into slumber much as sleeping late gets my thoughts together. But who knows, the rising sun has always been humankind's wake-up call. I'll give it a try.

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