Seasons Recouple

There’s comfort in knowing,

  things come and they go

 

The wind brings a newness,

  whether lilac or snow

 

There’s joy in all laughter,

   freely accrued

 

Music in words,

  spoken only by you

 

A place to be born,

  a moment to die

 

An ending beginning,

  last chance to decide

 

That question unasked,

  its answer unclaimed

 

Both orphans of joy

  … no adopted refrain

 

To sing from the rafters,

  an unfinished hymn

 

That angel before you,

   the angel within

 

Death’s only proffer

  …remembrance to lose

 

As the seasons recouple

  —your world again new

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

 

 

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