Outside the spring is blossoming

(after Dorothy Parker)

Outside the spring is blossoming
while a myriad of birds sing,
later in the afternoon
it might be raining

but it matters not,
even the summer days that I have got
are far too quickly passing
and some are cold and others hot.

There’s a new lady that I might adore
waiting at my front door
and I wonder what will be
her impression of me?

I see her sparkling eyes and shining hair
while she looks lovely and fair,
if she stays or leaves, such things have happened before,
she will be only one more.

[Reference: “The new love” by Dorothy Parker.]

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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