Nice to have that dash of color
As we dash along.
What a shame it shall be duller
Before very long.
That which spring impels to blossom
Drops its color fast
With the summer, playing possum:
Good things rarely last.
When the season's gone that brought 'em,
Flowers disappear.
Come enjoy 'em while we've got 'em;
Otherwise -- next year.
Originally published in SUL News Notes, May 5, 1995.
c 1995 Fleabonnet Press for the author.