As Promised, Part two of the baseball poetry series
Hope Springs Eternal by Luis Medina
A cold, dark night interrupted
by the flash of a warm summer's day.
The brisk, chilling wind comes to a dead halt
with the recurring memories of the summer's breeze.
The reality of naked trees and dying grass is now replaced,
by the lively green ivy and the thick freshly cut grass.
The eternal hope brought by the plain white winter
is followed by the blossoming brought along by spring.
Which leads us to the joys brought by the boys of summer.
This is finally concluded with the ultimate reward,
earned in the fall.
It's enever ending cycle,
that begins on a cold, dark night.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
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