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)