Spring's Perfidy

We watch the rain persist, dismayed.
This sort of weather is to be expected
In the spring, but, still, we'd hoped
To frolic without hats and jackets,
Gaily colored flowers, wandering
The thicket, and the gaily colored
Flowers there. Instead, we sip
Champagne inside and celebrate
A season which is treacherous, to say
The least. Perhaps, tomorrow,
Maybe Tuesday, we will watch
The rain move off, and cease to be
Dismayed.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-04-09 at 01:39

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