The Irony of Spring (2008)
The Irony of Spring
Into spring but I am still in thirst
Quenching myself though I’m not the first
I can feel the nascent wind of blossoms
But I cannot apprehend it’s summons
It is the notoriety of the season’s alias
A name not apparent but in the pious
It seemed bygone when it reappeared
Spluttering sprinkles of sunny days seared
As if we saw it as the rainbow of twelve
Never unbecoming, and to gay it’ll delve
Oh what it is that is so apparent yet gray
How did we not see it becometh the day
Of galore in the fore and unruly unseen
Of shimmer of the ray and cogent clean
We missed it, we thought we comprehended
The rationale with which I apprehended
I came to my senses to the acerbic real
What I realized, like many, in mere denial
Should it had been sheer sight we would
See beyond the light’s projected good
Alas! Have we, have we reached there
Where we can look beyond the drear?