This morning William,
flowers in spring splendour
endeavoured to impress me.
Birds sang, and in their voice
no sour note was struck
to soil the serenity
of these signifiers of spring.
Signs and symbols of earth’s ripeness
wrapped me in their siren song
of a season plump with promise.
Significance danced in sunbeams
and poets posturing prior to me
before these portends passed,
and added to the morning’s call
their long departed pastoral dream
that we are one with all things green.
But, existing now,
not in some lost idyll
I’m disenchanted by the
pledge of daybreak.
For a decade of delightful dawns
and all the efforts of the earth
in bloom are not enough to block
the boredom of this
© James Rainsford 2012
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