Kurt Philip Behm Poet Ballad

The Seasons Uncouple

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,
  …one remembrance to choose

As the season’s uncouple
—your world again new

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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