The roadsides gleam in morning splendor
Robed in the blooming garb of spring
Bluebonnets, flowers of every imaginable color
A rainbow tapestry; the bees are murmuring!
Frantically, I searched for heaven’s door
For something so beautiful can’t be fleeting
Sadly! Gone by summer’s end or e'en before
If spring’s no more; the dog days are coming!
But the blossoms will be back come what may
Early next year; so we hope, and so we pray
© F Aparici
My fourth poem of the spring series. The phrase "Robed in the blooming garb of spring" has been lifted from an Adventist song...