It's Springtime in South Africa. (We don't have snow in winter.)
Breath of Spring
The gentle breath of Spring
brings in new life again.
Green shoots emerge, their leaves unfurl,
and tiny buds appear and grow,
then swell, at last to open and expose
their newborns still in nascent pose.
The tantalizing fragrances sublime
arrest me in a yearning
for some moment lost in time...
Perhaps a kiss beneath the cherry tree?
Spring coaxes bashful petals to unfold.
They open up and I behold
blooms so perfect and so charming,
hues from boldly bright to soft and calming.
While this exquisite scene I view, entranced,
a nudge of warmth reminds me it won't last.
I know that Spring can't tarry long;
to other climes she must roll on.
Spring takes her leave once more.
I'm sad to see her go
but she bequeaths to me
her yearly gift of joy...