Cherry, peach, apple, pear, and plum,

all blossoms do they come,

only to snow upon the ground,

falling without a sound.

The beauty of spring comes on slow

sometimes too quick to go.

Blossom’s beauty lost in the wind

to my soul’s sad chagrin.

But April green comes to remain,

bide for flowers to stain

gardens and parks beauty refreshed

bringing color until fall’s rest.

Ed Lehner

Durango