Deception in spring’s beauty
lovely garment of green, yellow, blue
that does not tell
speaks not nor whispers of autumn
will not say from what cold and darkness it came
forgotten winter altogether.

Fools believe in beauty lasting
rising green through damp and dark earth
on which to count life’s days
towards eternal spring.

Fools cavort in flowered fields
dance in coronal suns shine
traipse in petals, seeds,
dead and dark autumn fallen leaves;
twirl in imprudent delight
as imps and fairies
in forgotten worlds
timeless whorls
endless whirls.

Portland, Oregon – April 11, 2016
Photo is my own, taken this date.