From Spring to Summer

All spring I watched flowers coming alive,
peach, crabapple, slender magnolia, and flowery
fringe tree, beneath my workplace’s towering hive,
in fragrant power, but time has passed,
their glory fades, yet still they offer
a fragrant delight, I listen as they have an
ending that does not really ever end.
Something of a hiatus, a transfer, and a
promise within. These flowers are in my mind.
Some vocals humming, and burning,
crossover season has brought them to me.
If you will, I can laugh at myself
for a few minutes or a little while,
And things can begin again, just so.
It sounded like someone couldn't be there,
until they finally came through. 

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