Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

Spring


After lonely years of heartless treason
Spring crept round again this season;
The daffodils sprung from the earth
And mocked the snow with nodding mirth;
They bobbed about with yellow heads
And danced above their snowy beds;
The crocuses against the fence
Suggested love might recommence;
Its’ purple-white thrusting flower
Denying death its mortal power;
Chill sun above my plot of garden,
Grant me yet an exile’s pardon;
Consider now my debt as paid
Since both of us knew love betrayed;
Pale breath of winter’s faltering breeze
Dares shake the buds beneath bare trees

Submitted: Sunday, September 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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