Leslie Alexis - Passing Time

I desperately miss the hop of spring
The verve of blossoming bluebells
They meet midday sun with a smile

The buzz of a thousand tiny tipsy bees
Drunk from beauteous bounty of flowers
At the furthest distance mile after mile

The frenzy of flocking butterflies
Childlike in their play they color the sky
Miss the miracle if you blink awhile

The bush on the path refuses to die
Anxious seeds swollen from winter
Lay on a bed that they find fertile

Now spring has passed into summer
The air’s perfumes dissipate
Fruits litter the ground in piles

The sun tans and torches the soil
Opposing the hand of thunderstorms
Nature proves quite versatile

The grass path is now trodden on
Sun goes to bed with the children
The land is readied for winter’s trial

Leslie Alexis

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