Spring Days Poem by Kevin Maroney

Spring days are so laughing
They are so filled
with the smell of roses
and the rest of no sergeant drill.
They're filled with the multiple months
and gills go by, passing through
sweet mountains dry.
Valleys shake and dead men tremble,
muscles ache and good bodies able,
jump joyously to the red waters swim,
not like dark waters dim.
They call in succour to a soul so real,
as to make me feel
part of my pack, so alive and cringe
to the end of spring on a whim.

Enjoy it while it tender last,
before cruel winter curls it,
in its fingers grasp.