Spring Will Sing Her Song Again

 
Spring will sing her song again
when I have accepted
there were never any promises
and I can breathe the April
air without thinking of you.
Spring will sing her song again
when the words I put to pen
are not always about you
and I can savor the blazing Fall
without falling apart.
 
Spring will sing her song again
when violets are only
purple flowers I’ll pass by
and soft Spring rain won’t make me
cry and I can chase the fireflies alone.
 
I have stopped listening for the phone
to ring. Today, I heard a robin sing.

3 comments

  1. Dee,

    This poem takes me back to precious times.
    It is lyrical and lovely and just a tiny bit sad.

    Impossible to stay sad for long when one hears
    the robin’s song. I hear it clearly as I read that
    wonderful last line, and I’m reminded Spring always
    will come again.

    It is wonderful to be reading Dee poems again!

    Thank you!

    sarah

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  2. Thanks Sarah. It took retirement & a fractured ankle to get me back here. Now I shall
    have to find where my muse is hiding. Yes, Spring will always come again.

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  3. Whatever it takes, Dee, : )

    but hopefully the ankle will heal, retirement will be a joy
    and your muse will soar.

    While waiting for those happy events, post those oldies from the original Pub.
    It will make these poetic halls sparkle.

    S

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