"Landscape with Ascanius Shooting the Stag of Sylvia," by Claude Lorrain‘…That Cruelest Spring’ by Daniel P. Rattelle The Society September 3, 2016 Beauty, Poetry 3 Comments And then we remembered that cruelest spring, when we awoke to find ourselves hollow. Where once we mocked, “O Death where is thy sting?” now we lie in the mire and wallow. In the sting of April’s rain piercing my skin when we divined that there was no truth. And spring was drained of its redemption, dead were the days of our idyllic youth. these flowers, so lately come into bloom will surely die by the first of the fall and I will mock their meaningless doom then I’ll search the fields and gather them all. because brief and meaningless though they be still, they were worth something to me. Dan Rattelle is a poet living in Western Massachusetts where he is founding a homestead with his wife and kids. He is the poetry editor of Persona, the literary journal of Westfield State University and his work has also been published in Dappled Things. Related Post A Sonnet by Edward Hoke 03.27.18 A smattering of rain above a hall That holds her earthy fragments, broken, spent, A woman who, in life, out-did them all, And e’en in dea... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 3 Responses JAMES sale September 4, 2016 Like the voice speaking in this – and the concluding couplet which clinches the point Reply AJR September 4, 2016 Lovely! Reply Jeanie September 5, 2016 Nice piece. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.