I saw an image

I saw an image

Of pretty pinks and greens

Blossoming

As the Daisies

Danced together

In a meadow

With the Buttercups

Upon a bright spring morning

Awash with colour

As pretty as a picture

On an easel

An angelic sun beaming down

On a quaint pastoral scene

Its brief glory seen and painted

Hung in splendour

On a bright white wall

Catching the eye

With every passing.

So many compliments

The season is always upon us

In the warmth of every greeting

However fleeting

The reality of its nature

Lost in the mythical quality

Of its making.