By Nancy E Davis.
I think about a spring not long ago,
when blossoms ruled, adorning every tree,
and bluebirds flitting freely to and fro
were sheer delight, a feast for eyes to see.
When serenading song birds in the night
would send a lilting tune on scented air,
as patiently we watched the stars ignite
and heaven’s show of lights extraordinaire.
But now those memories that I recall,
are bittersweet and often bring me tears.
For though I dream and I relive it all,
the magic seems to fade some through the years.
For not too long ago, when it was spring,
my nights were shared, and love was everything.