a walk in spring by Richard TrotterFalling April blossom, like confetti falls into the gutter
Like the remnants of an unseen weddings ghostly clutter,
By the patch of wallflowers, like spilt tins of frozen fire
I pass young lovers, eyes alight with mutual desire
And a balloon with a message is bouncing on the breeze
It fades out of view, past the buildings and the trees
Then a faded street sign stirs visions of a bygone age
bustling theatre performance on the Victorian stage,
But when I find the place I was seeking, closed an hour ago
Defeated in my tiny quest, I turn around and go:
But I pause to smell some flowers, the scent strong and sweet
Like the perfume of a girl, who strides past me in the street
And I see signs of gloomy beauty descending on the city:
So past the unused subway, decayed but strangely pretty,
When I hear the evening chorus of the singing birds
And return to my lone chamber to write these comforting words
03/16/2004 Author's Note: 2 years old
Posted on 03/16/2004 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
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