The daffodils and I are fading.
Our tulip friends who bloomed later not far behind.
The bright colors once so gaily waving
in gentle sun now unwind
the cord which seemed to hold back
warmer days and nights; the cord which holds back time.
Clouds continue to place a sack
over Sun’s greater insights of reason and rhyme,
sleeping still too many hours
to bring the garden fully back
to life.
What is it in the soul that yearns
for Spring in Winter and Summer in Spring?
How to live in the moment I’ve yet to learn.
Around and around the seasons I go,
seeking to learn just one more thing.
When I shall stop nobody knows.
Until then I shall dance and sing
among the flowers which in my garden grow.
annarino writes 