Springtime Poem

I gladly noticed the approaching Spring

when my ears first heard a chickadee sing.

My mind went straight to you, my love

as I walked amidst the mourning doves.

My heart desired a morning stroll

to shed the Winter’s heavy toll.

I had to see the birds take flight

to forget about my present plight.

I look adoringly at all the flowers,

and admire the trees like ancient towers;

I tread gently on the sacred moss

and listen to the brook before I cross.

I feel the sun kiss my naked face

As I lie in this majestic place;

I smell the scent of moments past

knowing this one, too, will never last.

I see birds fly from East to West

and let the beauty fill up my chest.

I remember the feeling of your skin

as I laid a kiss upon your chin.

I’d like to feel each blade of grass,

to breathe this air and let it pass

out of me, leaving me renewed

before the falling of tomorrow’s dew.

Being in this place alone feels wrong;

I want you here where you belong.

But this is not to be, you see,

or at least so says the chickadee--

Moments past no longer are

and yet somehow are never far.