Spring Solitaire

SPRING SOLITAIRE

Frogs serenade the evening's full moon
as it hovers in the trees over there
Imperceptibly and softly rising
like this season of spring in the air.

Memories awaken with the change of the season
and arrive with the smell of a spring shower,
when winds thunder past bedroom windows
and wake you at an early morning hour.

The spring breeze was born in a time unknown
and many lonely faces blown past.
Young hair caressed and old hands touched,
hearts filled with joy that could not last.

Evenings in spring can taste like persimmon,
juicy and bittersweet if consumed when alone,
When frogs serenade your memories and dreams
of what is lost and forever gone.