Spring had arrived at long last
But where were all its brightly colored flames?
The hills were freshly turned to green.
No flowers yet adorned our meadows here.
Perhaps the desert would be more awake.
Up the mountain road, through the pass,
Or to the upper desert parts of our land.
Still, no fresh lovely flowers crossed the sands,
Where would we find this glow of Spring?
Now through the pass to a lower valley
And breaking out into a bright sunny day,
We saw them in such a stunning array.
It seemed as if someone had flown about
And dappled the entire hillside in colors.
Blue and yellow, purple and green abounded.
Here and there a touch of cerise and gold
Creating such a pattern of glowing beauty
Our car seemed to stop by itself
As if it, too, was so impressed, it had to look.
Never had our Spring so gloriously begun.
My memory of this is as fresh today
As though it were yesterday not two years ago.
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