My spring was in the soaring lark,
The prancing foal - care-free,
And every timeless hour with wonder filled
So much to marvel at, discover and to thrill,
The laughter of the April sun
Which dried the tears away;
The tiny mottled eggs I found;
The sequined spider's web.
But most of all the rainbow arc
Which flashed across the sky
With all the colours of God's paints -
Or so it seemed to me.
My autumn now has come, the summer
Of my hope's fruition - gone
No longer do I feel the vibrant and
Exhilarating joy that once I knew
And yet, this mellow season has a burnished, copper glow
Reflective and serene. And I draw out
From my deep inner store
Of memories, the treasured golden moments
And live once more
Those far-off glistening days, when it was always spring
When I ran barefoot upon the dew.
