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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1LFD
It's a jolly good job the drinking of champagne is not dependent on traditional seasonal weather methinks.
2021-04-10


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
The weather here is also fickle, and now a thick smog blankets the valley; the wildfire has greatly reduced the air quality, to say the least. Very relatable work, Larry.
2021-04-10


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed Lawrence, ah Spring, fickle lady that she is :-)

Elle x
2021-04-10


nice curtains
True.
Spring is such a short enjoyment. We seem to move sharply from Winter to Summer. I think that's why so many treasure the longer Autumn.
2021-04-09