Silent Spring
This season has come
a spring of discomfiture
since you had to go
the air is chilly
the trees appear reluctant
to open their buds
their bare branches reach
starkly dark against the sky
skeletal statues
the sun seldom shines
the sky seems always sombre
the woods are silent
there are no bird songs
the flowers refuse to bloom
time seems to have stopped
amid this silence
and aching absence of you
my soul seeks solace
I do not believe
that nature meant this to be
serendipity
your memory stirs
a feeling of déjà vu
replete with remorse
my soul is restless
filled with a sense of unease
and uncertainty
Still
when I look within
I am relieved to perceive
that your light still shines
© Regis Auffray
Love ya!
Jane
Regis, Mother Nature is sending flowers and greenery your way
Lovely poem!
Rebecca
I hope that the intense blooming that will come after the rains will bring you out of this depressed mood.
Ron
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