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Poetry

by Daniel Mark Epstein

 

ON A THEME OF D’ALIBRAY

Such a fine day rides on the soft air,
Laura, please pay heed to the new season,
That laughs at the clear sky and sings of love:
Spring is smiling because she is young, and so fair.

This flower that brightens the forest all around –
Is not one that will bloom here always.
Earth has already summoned it to her breast:
The heat, singeing petals, numbers her days,

Meanwhile you’re wasting precious hours of youth,
Ignoring the clear signals of Mother Nature
(Who shows to each of us a singular truth).

If June will not serve you as a looking glass;
If it cannot make you fall in love,
At least it may show how all beauty must pass.

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