Oh, but there is something
about spring that seems to bring out the best in even the worst people. I well
recall how one spring a work colleague (culturally homophobic, but always careful to pay lip service to political correctness) conceded on one occasion, while we were on our own, taking a tea break, ‘Well, maybe you gays aren’t so bad after all…’
True, spring is some way off
yet, but we can
dream, can’t we?
Now, every season is magical
in its own way, but there is something so special about spring that any small child
with a lively imagination could be forgiven for saying he or she had spotted
fairies taking charge of things. Of course, we adults know it was only blossom
sailing on a spring breeze. (Well, don’t we…?)
ETERNAL SPRINGTIME OF THE CARING HEART
It was a spring to remember;
we saw rainbows every day
in leaves singing peace songs
for lovers, including those
of us
who are gay
It was a spring to remember,
let a sweet-smelling rain
heap nature’s blessings on
us,
wash clean the worst
stereotypes,
fears and pain
It was a spring to remember,
Pandora’s Box flung wide;
innocence, mating swallows
taking time’s feisty cut and
thrust
in their stride
It was a spring to remember,
a fine memory to cherish
as seasons pass, leaves,
petals,
rainbows fade, and fairest things
seem to perish…
Spring, a time to remember,
rainbows for every day
of love’s asking but to be
left
in peace where Nature’s
banners
flying, bold and gay
Copyright R. N. Taber 2014
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