Thoughts In Spring Poem by Tom Billsborough

Each piece of falling blossom
Diminishes the Spring.
It's sad to see the petals
Fly off in the wind.
Yet glad am I
To let my eyes
Rest on what still remains.
Quite guiltily, I drink my wine
While kingfishers dive incessantly
Around the small pavilion,
Raised on the River's bank.
And there by a grave mound,
Out on open ground
Stands an unicorn in stone.
Nature always calls us
To join her in her home.
So why should I care for lures
Of ephemeral wealth and honor?