Months before the planting

Months before the planting

While the tress are still bare

In April when the sun

Is starting its long stare

We cross again in time

Arriving to renew

The commitment to Life

A future to pursue

Growing old, forgetting

Growing old, forgetting

All the names and places

Memories once cherished

Fading without traces

What year is it, what day

How many weeks ‘til Spring

Forsythia blooming

Leaves on pin oak trees cling

Trying hard but failing

Trying hard but failing

The weather won’t behave

Tomorrow is useless

No courage to be brave

Struggle after struggle

And nothing to be got

Just moments after death

Indifference, forgot

Cannot find the haystack

Cannot find the haystack

Or the needle inside

Somewhere far below in

The water ocean wide

Passengers on the plane

That will never arrive

Loved ones losing hope that

They are safe and alive

There is no melody

There is no melody

The notes no longer flow

Instruments are silent

Not a whistle blow

While words become useless

No meaning and no rhyme

Jumbled cacophony

And not in measured time

Healing in privacy

Healing in privacy

The rings beneath the bark

Facing the morning sun

Holding onto the dark

Not showing any wounds

All internal bleeding

No sign of scars or scabs

Or the pain receding

A Grand Canyon of years

A Grand Canyon of years

Here, where there is no sun

Chasing the horizon

So unfulfilled, not one

In the absence of Life

Your Life, that is no more

I am living, waiting

Here, at your final door