Friday, December 25, 2015

Why spring is so special, but autumn is not?

The last berry, the buzz and birdsong
would pass unnoticed 
who'd shed a tear on
the perishing last blossom
The onset of autumn 
is hailed with little warmth

The spring is greeted so dear
The eyes open wide
to set on the 
first flower in bloom
first squirrel out of hibernation
So sweet in the ears are the
first call of cuckoo 
and the first bee's buzz

Why spring is so special
but autumn is not?

Samanmalee Abayasiri