Just a little sonnet I wrote:
The Springtime Friend
I remember back to when we first met
The blossoming trees were in full bloom then
And Helen of Troy would have been upset
Had she seen how beautiful they had been
Tyche must have shined on me with her grace
Because I met you in the springtime cold
Each spring you flocked like a bird to our place
I watched you grow up, I watched you grow old
Then one year, you didn't come to our tree
I waited until the last flower died
But you never came back again to me
Like the flowers, you were gone from my side
You forever left a world of this sort
Where winter is too long and spring too short
