I never really understood

Why Mother Nature plays

The saddest joke to me

Through one eye squinted

Colors are alike

It’s hard to say if

Spring or Fall

Mixed greens with rust

Or berry red

But to give me soft blush anew

Front yard magnolia trees

Now pink tears on green grass

Why, Mother, why?

Time with long and happy pansies

But short with my tranquil blush

Why can’t I enjoy them

Just a bit longer…

Without the tears