Wasted Spring

[Mwaba don]

Walking bare footed on the turf of past
With an unusual nonchalance for the changing
season,
Spring's music echoed and died away so fast,
But no songs or laments did reach this garden.
Sweet fragrance of ripe fruits went unnoticed
Wind wandered around with unheard whispers
And the thunderstorms above just stared,
troubled,
Bird held their tongues fearing impolite answers Birds?Spelling.. How do birds fear impolite answers from who?
With foggy vision I looked above at sky (Is the Word The missing intentionally)
The welcoming rainbow's smile (did you mean THEN?)
But couldn't return the gesture, why?
I wonder till this while.

Your poem has nice rhymes.
I Think it always good to break the poem into Stanzas.
The words with the letters W set a nice mood for the poem.
And has a nice flow to it. It is a very good poem overall