Passing Time Poem by Leslie Alexis
Passing Time
I desperately miss the hop of spring
The verve of blossoming bluebells
They meet midday sun with a smile
The buzz of a thousand tiny tipsy bees
Drunk from beauteous bounty of flowers
At the furthest distance mile after mile
The frenzy of flocking butterflies
Childlike in their play they color the sky
Miss the miracle if you blink awhile
The bush on the path refuses to die
Anxious seeds swollen from winter
Lay on a bed that they find fertile
Now spring has passed into summer
The air’s perfumes dissipate
Fruits litter the ground in piles
The sun tans and torches the soil
Opposing the hand of thunderstorms
Nature proves quite versatile
The grass path is now trodden on
Sun goes to bed with the children
The land is readied for winter’s trial
Lovely writing, and a beautiful conclusion. Great poetry.
The right words, when stringed together, can bring forth a beautiful reality whether it truly exists in the real world or is just a figment of the imagination. This poem is a proof. You penned it nicely. Thank you for your compliment about me. I value it :)
Natures journey thru the seasons gently comes to life in the poem leaving a gentle feeling with the reader...nice...regards
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I would like to translate this poem
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The poem sounds almost like a song, very well written I like the verses about the butterflies a lot. Good work!