Winter's Spring Golden flowers flutter gently in the soft autumn breeze Slowly to the ground fall the leaves from the trees. The air is crisp and the sky above, clear, And still in my eye glistens a single, hot tear; Knowing in the days ahead the seasons must change. A cold, white world to come, so silent, so strange. A deep winter frost, her grasping fingers are chill, She comes to blanket the all the meadows and hills. In my mind I remember the sight of the living trees, Knowing it is the last change of seasons I shall ever see; For in my heart, I feel my time is at last drawing near. But looking o'er such a vista I have nothing to fear. Time, She slides by as the land grows colorless and cold. Solemnly I reflect on my own Life and Times growing old. As slowly I slide down into the pleasantness of dark shade, An image comes unbidden of the world being made. I take great comfort in knowing what all the others will see; The ongoing cycle of Life, She shouldn't stop just for me. So take heart, be strong, and don't mourn when I'm gone, Look forward to Spring's new blossoms and the birds songs.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem after my Grandmother passed away last January. My aunt was
having a very hard time coping with her departure, and one morning I just happened
to look out in my yard, and think of my Grandmother, and this all just kind of fell
into place. I hope it doesn't sound preachy (I'm not a church-goer), but it kind of
helped my aunt take her mom's death in stride. Anyway, she liked it. jrf
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