Purple Crocus ~ Spring 2011 ~ Fairfield CT

Winter winds blow past
Sweet serenade
Leaving sentimental traces
Of lavender, lace
Ribbons tie together…
All that was precious
Held gingerly
In the sanction
Of our potential ~

Spring sashays in
Sweet Serenade
With the freshness
Of beginnings,
While endings
Traipse off
Leaving a lasting scent…
Familiar aroma
Of what once was ~

There is a newness and promise for tomorrow as yesterday bids a reluctant farewell…your song lingers on…

© 2011 Trilby Yates