Spring Recedes
Spring Recedes
Spring's floral skirt is riding higher and higher
Stripping the young lady with arrival of summer
Sparrows have lost their zest for living
No more seen on window sills chirping
Dried leaves in pathways jive with the breeze
Pile up, rot, stink, pollute air we breathe
Lakeside no more hears the morning chatter
Walkers, joggers, strollers, from heat suffer
Sprinklers in mind turn off, run out of ideas
As if suffering from acute anaemia
If only Spring could hang on a little longer
To summer would it really matter?