May blooms
flowers and life
of every color.
Get out of darkened rooms
shed the strife
this very hour.
Drink in the sun
rays so warm
and illuminating light.
'Tis no dry run
no act to perform
no extricated plight.
Let the season rule
and full the bosom
with fragrant signs of spring.
Don't play the fool
or be so glum
or to the past firmly cling.
Four seasons to the year
each one its own commencement
each one its own demise.
No reasons for the fear
a thing to dispense with
lean back and dream upward toward the skies.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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