Terry's blog: "My poetry"

Now in Spring

Had you left in summer

when the sun lies heavy around us

sweltering the meadows,

and even the baby birds have gone

without a last embrace,

I would have merely smiled sadly

and memorized the beauty

of your face.

Had you left in Fall

when the trees grow brilliant once

before they bleed their sorrow,

and the flowers drop their petals

on the dying lawn,

I would have merely frowned to miss

the quite autumnal redness of your hair

when you were gone.

And had you left in winter

when we bundle up

against the chill

when barren trees are even empty

of the birds, I know

I would have merely sighed

to lose the comfort of your hands

as I watched you go.

But you are leaving now in spring

when every other lovely thing returns,

when flowers, blossoms, buds, and birds

are lining up for us

to welcome home with kisses.

Now I know

the tragic irony of parting--

This is!

Terry