The Seasons Uncouple
There’s comfort in knowing,
things come and they go
As the wind brings a newness,
whether lilac or snow
There’s joy in all laughter,
given freely and new
And music in the words,
chosen only by you
There’s a time to be born,
and a time then to die
An ending beginning,
a final stop on your ride
What was right at the start,
truer still at the end
And that angel before you,
now the angel within
With deaths only offer,
…one last memory to choose
As the seasons uncouple,
—and your world again new
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
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