A Writer's Blog

The covenants of spring have been fulfilled
The promises of April kept
You have lived your promised days
And now, in beauty you are dying.

You have known the warmth of friendly suns…
The sweet, soft kiss of rains in summer…
Danced on the wings of sudden breezes
To the music of feathered minstrels.
Felt the nearness of clouds above your head
And heard whispers from the lips of overs
In shadows, sunflecked, at your feet.

And suddenly, it’s over
And it was all so fast.
Yet you have known life
All that is worthwile to know
Known beauty, all that is important.

So now, in the rich and splendid colors
Of the robe of death you wear
Release your grasp and go
In loveliness.

Cling not to what is gone
For the splendor that adorns you now
Will fade
And leave a shrunken, ungly thing
Waiting for a spring that will not come
Denying death its pledge of beauty
With your passing.

~ Jim Metcalf ~