Lines Written in Late SpringThere had been a thousand blended notes,
When she had lain in the beautiful grove.
She had been content then, maybe even happy,
Her mind filled only with ease, and peace.
That was then, now was now,
Lady Nature had finally conceded defeat,
The long, raging war was over at last.
Now waged a different fight.
Petals had been it’s jewels,
Trailing from earthen floor to leafy roof
Brilliant pink and delicate blue,
Now all the same mundane brown gray.
Birds once sang in that lovely place,
Trilling the hymns of the seasons,
Spring’s new hope, Summer’s heavy heat,
Autumn’s colored leaves, Winter’s frosty splendor.
New branches had fluttered in the gentle breeze,
Leaves fanning the azure skies. Now,
Bricks and pavement lie in their place.
Heavy, silent, indifferent to those that passed.
“Woe, woe to the departed Lady,” the woman whispered
As she walked down the lonely street. “Natures gone, and with
Her all joy.&