Sunday, November 18, 2012

Season One



The sun shines brightly,

Though death lies in its rays.

As life is renewed

To those who have paid.


The cardinal sings a song

That awakens the dead.

While the frost blankets birth

As the weed bears its head.


The skeletons wail,

Their life long been borrowed.

As their seed hails

The awaking hour.


Luminous the day grows,

The timeless scene unveiled

As the witness of the ageless past

Reminds us that life won’t last.


In an instant the stars rush bye

The smells of death wave and sigh.

The life of new, the canvas shows

Is the power of he who knows.


That in this time of grey and shower,

Life’s precious price is paid tomorrow.


By Bryan Bennington

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