PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

in this massive yet magnificent metropolis

we so lovingly like to call may

its fragile spring to us means 'Colors'

offered to dulled by dead winter eyes in elaborate

detail yet haphazard array

flowers out maneuver  the morning's chill

to stand proudly erect among its aging frost

the seeds burst forth from the soil's hold

to prove yet again that they are indeed not forever

lost

man thrives with fresh, clean, crisp air

inhaled sharply into his primitive beast's breast

for he knows there is so much to do now

that old man winter has finally laid himself down

again for his long winter's rest

animals bound joyously from their cozy clusters to

witness yet another special spring for which they

know they have truly been blessed

into such readied realm of Patient Wonder they almost

unknowingly take part to visually digest

man must be the most lucky of all God's fair and fated

creatures

for his need to write of such simplistic beauty

lays the foundation for later generations to act as

their future's teachers

rarely if ever have I had the pleasure to be so

utterly charmed

by a season so beautifully gentled by its own

contribution to the calender that nary a living

creature has it ever harmed............

( written May 1,1992 am)