These are the cheery days of spring
which no dark clouds of drear can bring—
the heady days when in their youth
the young seek only for the truth
and youth knows nothing of uncouth
and life is for the living;
when love and flowers bud and bloom
and with their exotic perfume
fill every heart and every room
and love is for the giving.
These are the cheery days of spring
which no dark clouds of drear can bring—
when winter gloom has come and gone
and warm beginnings are reborn
where fields once white are green with corn
and colourful birds are singing;
when crawling worms, before our eyes,
take wings and turn to butterflies
in flight that shimmers at sunrise
it is truly a lovely thing.
These are the cheery days of spring
which no dark clouds of drear can bring—
when April marches into May
with sprightly spring, a child at play,
and ushers a new summer day
to greet petite Proserpine;
when love and joy go hand in hand,
like drum and brass in marching band,
spreading glad tidings throughout the land
with parade fit for a king.
These are the cheery days of spring
which no dark clouds of drear can bring—
when life is lush, the birds and bees
they mate and procreate with ease,
flitting between the forest trees
on which twining vines are clinging;
when lovers they stroll side by side,
emotion swelling like the tide,
and life is but a play-park ride
on which children climb and swing.
These are the cheery days of spring
which no dark clouds of drear can bring—
the heady days when in their youth
the young seek only for the truth
and youth knows nothing of uncouth
and life is for the living;
but spring soon turns to summer,
then autumn woos the winter
and fledgling morphs to elder;
like life and youth the seasons are so fleeting…
Copyright ©2001 by G. Newton V. Chance
- G. NEWTON V. CHANCE
- George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.
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