although it tried to overstay,
but Spring, impatient, would engage
the whirlwinds upon the stage
and in the lovely, crystal mist
the green and velvet would exist
until a tiny, budding rose
would break into the ebbing snows,
and, such the beauty, would instill
a stunning choice, a seasoned will,
when Winter, there, would swift relent
and, off into the future, went,
so Spring could settle, come to be
and moved in all, so pleasantly,
to bathe and glow, the moments here
'til Summer's breath would reappear.
© 2009 JM Shephard ~ JOY in the arts!