First Flowers of Spring: A Poem
At first, the birds sing the song of their return. Then the sun stays out a little longer The clouds of winter reveal pockets of blue Green sprouting buds blanket the dirt It's been over a year that I've walked the same path Watching the beauty decay into piles The green turned to brown and withered away I reminisce over the colors that brightened my day Today I went walking the very same way Struck by the single bright rose in full bloom All of her sisters are still tucked away She blossomed early and will be first to fade A genuine smile formed on my lips to see all of the vibrance return to the trees Then I noticed some that were already dying Withering away before the height of Spring They once stood alone, radiant and proud a sight to behold among thistles and leaves But now others are blooming in novel variety As quickly as it rose, its splendor wanes Old and decaying, it envies new bu...
