A Than-Bauk poem by Chris Bunton
Can’t wait for Spring,
with glowing green;
bursting new life.
Song birds in love,
like the dove, from
above, the road.
Shove clouds away,
sunshine day, bring
sweet May, delight.
I have always loved nature. I care for it deeply. But, in my younger days I hated Springtime. Winter was cold and nasty. But, then came the never ending spring full of rain and mud. Month after month it was beautiful on the days I worked, and crappy on my days off. It would warm up and flowers would pop. But then…..Frost. And kill everything.
As I get older, I don’t really let the weather impact me too much anymore. Honestly I have come to look at the seasons as stages of life. Summer is adulthood, fall is old age, moving into the long sleep of winter death, to rise in glory. But, Spring. Spring is like youth. It starts out cold and nasty, then it just doesn’t know what it wants. Then, things start to come alive and grow, while puppy love bursts forth over and over with pain and tears like rain. Turbulent.
I miss youth. I’d change so many things that I regret. I’d be a better person. Course, maybe not. I just don’t like putting up with nonsense, so I might make all the same dumb mistakes.
Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ His newest book is called “The Future is Coming” and is a collection of dystopian short stories.
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Photos by the poet, a flower near a river by Spokane, Washington
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