Fruition

Misfire by Sherry Mayo

Of longer days awakening;

Of lifted skies and dawning spring.

 

From longing unto fruition;

Of frailty and faltering intuition

 

OF Flights and fancy, of peaches, of cream;

Of regrets, of fears, and unlived dreams

 

The lilting coo of a swaddled babe;

The easy smile of a practiced knave

 

The Past returns and so it goes;

The wisest of us never knows.