A Melancholy Spring

Songbirds bring no joy

for all their urgent chirping.

Leaves collect, unraked,

along poolside patio.

Grass leaps joyously

skyward, mower still garaged.

Winter deadfall lays

untended about, unburned.

Daffodils came; went

unseen and unphotographed.

Irises glow now

in varicolored splendor

yet scarcely noticed,

in passing, by a weary

soul, slowly, recovering.