Looking for Spring
Looking for spring after all this time,
to see the green grass sprout from the slime,
of dead vegetation, so filthy with grime.
To see the wildflowers, burst into view,
transforming the dreary with colorful hue,
beside the still waters, reflecting the blue.
Sky above, be no longer so dark,
Sun, please break through and mark,
the advent of spring and the song of the lark.
Before it's too late and there's none of us left,
we've seen enough violence, hatred and death,
we've seen enough till we breathe our last breath.
Now, the sunshine must breakthrough at last,
or the human race will become a thing of the past,
to the last man standing with a bone in his grasp.
We've had enough of cold, dead, red meat,
we long for the plants to stop their retreat,
we long for something healthy and decent to eat.
We long for to herald a new bright shining day,
and break through this gloom as we pine a way,
with its clouds creased forehead still held at bay.
From the nightfall that came and won't go away,
please spring, come back… come back today.
Copyright 2012 © Ronald W. Hull
3/15/12
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Flowers all over da place!
So beautiful how you turned what looked like the changing of seasons to praying for hope for Man. Great write.
Mary
Wonderful poem Ronald! Really enjoyed.
`Z.B.McClure
winter, summer and fall
but spring is the best way
to welcome new life for all.
A beautiful creation - thank you.
Anna
Splendid writing Ron
Lady Mary Ann
The world changing a great deal I fear,
Better to sit home and drink the worlds beer,
Knowing that spring & subsequent summer will of us sear...e
Take care,
Sherry
asa
Blessings,
Christine
once more you have strummed chords of accord.
Budd
gesture!! *Ronald* I'm with You!!!
Lady Vivian