Montana Spring

This is a poem about my hometown that I haven't visited in years, I hope you enjoy

Walking down a tree lined street

The smell of campfires and spring burn my nose

In this town unknown to the world

the beauty is kept a secret

For only those who care to look for it

It’s beautiful springs

Short but ever so sweet

Never around long enough

to truly be understood

Always just a few days too short

Only to be enjoyed

when it’s convenient

It’s a truly baffling thing

How such a beautiful thing lasts

For only a brief moment

Almost heartbreaking

It can be

To let it go

Without knowing when it was here

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The last seven lines tell the whole story of human sadness. All is impermanent. Good work.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Hi Dillon. I remember my street, as a child, being lined with oak trees. Their stoic presence is one of childhood I shall never forget. It's been years since I've been home, so I can really relate to the longing in this piece. Thank you for sharing it!