Anatomy Of Death
Spring began earlier this year,
Mid Winter in January.
The worst was yet to fear,
For she knows no tarry.
A hasty knock on Grand father's door
And death, the intruder came in,
So did opportunity and more.
An estate is what I won;
life's a gamble.
My rewards came with solemn grief and thorns.
A seed dies and shoots, I stumble
At the dreadful harvest of Autumn.
One sleeps in the dust, many wail
An untimely and cruel departure
But how quickly we forget the cold of Winter,
When time vanishes and mustard seeds rapture,
Into unexpected summer in late November?
The dawn of winter emerges fruitfully
Until another setting sun of another
Spring springs forth another July.