Dear Daisy
From grn mini comp bk Apr9-17—May 4-17
H. W. Bryce
I Missed the Spring this Year
I missed the Spring and flowers this year
and life seems so much less magic,
Like being invited to the ball
And not being able to attend.
The air was so much poorer
For the lack of their perfume,
Even the pollen in my eyes
Seemed so much thinner this year.
The daffodils were late this year,
Their colours were somewhat pale.
The rhododendrons dropped their petals
Far too soon, the roses lost their allure.
Love was absent in the air this Spring,
There were no lovers here around,
The scent of love’s affection
Was missing from the atmosphere.
The Hyacinth was but a shadow, and
Like the rose that died upon the vine,
The lilac lost its colour, the snowdrops
Failed to show as usual through the snow.
The cherry blossoms were not here,
The ground flowers were still under snow.
When the sun will come out again,
There is no way for me to know.
Yes, I missed the spring this year,
And for this I must confess, I shed a tear.
The saddest loss of all, the birds I did not hear.
But what I missed the most, you were not here.
Given that the Covid has had us all (law-abiders) trapped inside, and Spring was a little late in our parts, I thought I would resurrect my little poem from 2017. I had lost this poem to the mysterious ether, and while I attempted to retrieve it, over and over, it was mostly gone. Only a scrap remained.
So I have reworked it. I thought it apropos.
I hope we can all reunite with our loved ones very soon.
Please be careful out there. And be thoughtful of each other.
Image: https://pixabay.com/en/rose-thorns-bloom-flower-red-297348/
