The Colour of Spring
by Richard Vince
The world is freshly minted;
Renewed by the rising Spring Sun
That washes away the dust of Winter
And repaints the land and sky.
I want to write about
How I love the Spring, but
I fear that I will write about
Nothing, even though this is
Enough to gladden my heart.
I would like to imagine that
Millions of people have awoken to
This beautiful morning and
Smiled, but no one else seems to be
Looking out of the window.
Now I have stopped smiling too:
Sadness tends to spread.
But so does happiness, so I must
Try to help others to see
What I see, so that they can
Relocate their mislaid smiles.
I hope that the rising Spring Sun
Will not stop at the land and the
Sky, but will return life to
The people too.
Posted on 08/27/2011
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristine Briese on 08/27/11 at 08:02 PM|
Oh, Richard this is beautiful! Straight onto my faves list. The lovely imagery, the warmth...incredible.
|Posted by Mo Couts on 08/28/11 at 04:27 AM|
I ditto what Kristine said! This makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on an early, chilly morning!