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In early spring the hard ground drank its fill,  

from cold snow, then cool rain and morning dew. 

last year's seeds lay sleeping, among them you.

The sun rose higher with a hotter flame,

radiating its heat on the dormant world.  

"Awake! Rejoice!" it bid, "New life proclaim!" 

So the seeds burst open and buds uncurled. 

probing deeply into their loamy berth.  

which pierced their safe blanket of warming earth.

So many around you were quick in bloom,

traipsing up trellises, higher to climb.  

Each floret gave the breeze its own perfume  

except for you, for it was not your time.

 Soft and supple, with a pale yellow tint,  

recall that ev'ryone spends a youthful stint  

The freshness of flowers brightened and cheered,  

easing the mem'ry of Winter's cold blast.  

Sadly, this fleeting season disappeared,  

for the beauty that is Spring does not last.  

 

blew like a curtain closing on a stage.  

as th'eternal script turned to a new page.  

Nature put aside her pale, pastel arrays,  

and picked up a palette of vivid dyes:  

the yellow taken from the noon sun's rays,  

not robin's egg blue, but sapphirine skies,  

the ruby redness from a robin's breast,

the mossy green from an old forest floor,  

Deep-dyed leaves rustle, days dog days apace,  

the harvest is near, Summer's fruit's full grown.

Slowly your buds appeared to take their place,  

for it's now you're coming into your own.  

Patiently you've withstood Sol's searing fire,  

Flowery bouquets make up your attire,  

Your year's season for vigorous growing,  

is far from drawing to its quiet end.  

In fellowship rich with close friends glowing,  

your future promises more days to spend.  

Blossom and flourish, and do so knowing,  

you will to everyone your beauty lend.  

March 26 - April 2, 1999
 

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