Spring’s Kiss

A pall of melancholy hangs in the air
for Spring’s quick death came all too soon
with the birth of the sun’s fervid glare
and the waning of the lush pink moon.

These precious mornings are gentle and cool
when bold mockingbirds sing hallelujah to dawn
as orange Lantana shines like carnelian jewels
longing for golden rays of the fiery hot sun.

When summer roars in with a cruel mighty fist
these serene mornings will be but a remembrance
as hearts yearn for days when Spring’s gentle kiss
made flowers bloom for it’s picturesque entrance.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

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