In Memory of Spring - Diane Scantlebury
Will the lure of indoor retail
Kill the daily outdoor family stroll?
Will our brief encounter with nature
Have taken its toll?
Too soon we’ll have forgotten
The visual beauty of spring,
Above the roar of traffic
We can’t hear the song that birds sing,
From the comfort of the sofa
We can’t see the crocuses in the grass,
Or the colour pop of park daffodils
Their splendour will have passed,
Time for us can be as fleeting
As short, sharp April rain,
So will spring’s imprint on our memory
Blow through swiftly just the same?
Diane Scantlebury
Image : Pixabay - MichaelGaida
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