I hear the distant voice of spring
It’s echo now remembering
The pleasant hours it left behind
That time to come may chance rewind.
Those days of calm before the storm
While hearts were young and without form,
Days felt so crisp the air was sweet
Our wishes then knew no defeat !
Crass life recalls those dreams forgot
That moved on by and lingered not
As hope and love did melt away
Into the mist of yesterday !
Claire V. Bogdanos 