Without the boundless infinity of Springtime's sky?
Without my dandelion wishes
Without green embroidered stitches
Of this season of days gone by;
Without the mountains splashed with sun
Without all of it's radiance spun
Above and below - in flower gardens that grow
In moments to hours before day is done;
What am i to do?
Without the gentle murmuring of the dove?
Measured in the green of their everlasting love
Of the grass and clover's sheen
Of the beginning's of new lover's dream's
What am i to do? ;
And in the waves of purple sunsets
In the fragrance of rose's glow
In the depth's of new love to grow
What am i to do? ;
With the manicured earth scapes- i identify
Ever near the gown of blossoms grown
'Neath a rainbow of my very own
And of promises forever - new
Oh what am i to do - oh what am i to do? ;
And in this gentle longing
For my Spring times come and gone
A tear is shed in sweet memory
In this my Spring time song;
Spring is a lovely time with daffodils, bluebells & crocus buds. A lively well penned poem.
I like spring with daffodils, bluebells and crocus buds bursting forth. A lovely well penned poem.
Thank you Gajanan! Very kind of you...i will have a look at your work.
tear in sweet memory, good write, I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you David for your wonderful comments!