Spring Blessings (standard:poetry, 171 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: May 23 2003	Views/Reads: 2930/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Man debates mowing the grass.

Spring Blessings 

by Count Flarinsteingottielhorne 

. 

Rivers wind unnoticed 

through the brown hills 

and budding trees, 

where dark, little birds 

pierce the blue sky. 

. 

I drift in vague symmetry 

lying somewhere on the grass, 

among the wild onion sprouts, 

and watch the 

cherry blossoms fall 

like tardy flakes of winter snow. 

. 

I want to hug the earth 

and kiss the sky; 

but one is too big, 

the other too high. 

. 

The billowing clouds 

drift stately by, 

as imperious as spirit barks 

of long-dead pharaohs 

and their queens; 

and I dream of beautiful 

Cleopatra and Nefertiti 

so long ago on the fertile Nile. 

. 

I should quit dreaming, 

I suppose, 

rise up and mow the lawn, 

but it will just grow back. 

And no one will say, 

a thousand years from now, 

“Here lies that great conquerer of the grass.” 

. 

No, I think the idle man is wise 

who takes his time upon the grass 

to revel in the blessings of the spring, 

the things that cannot last. 


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