The Death Of Spring Poem by Allesandra Patti

I saw you walking in the park today
And all at once my world came tumbling down.
You looked as though you had not aged a day,
Although I noticed just the slightest frown
As your eyes blinked against the setting sun.
You raised your hand as though to wave at me,
And my heart, foolish still, became undone.
But you sought the shade of a walnut tree
Close by, and didn’t see me standing there.
It seemed to me the birds had ceased to sing,
As though they knew the sum of my despair
With winter’s cruel slaughtering of spring.
Too soon you turned and quickly walked away
And left me there with one more spring to slay.