1. NIGHT SONG
There is music in the night air.
It whispers a wistful melody
as it sighs through the trees
their leaves falling
resigned to the chill of winter;
the death of that last red rose,
the advent of snow.
Yet in the sighs I now hear a lilt,
a lifting of the breeze
as we share the joyful secret
it whispers
of the carpeting snowdrops to come,
life in the whiteness of decay;
then the birth of crocuses
before the burgeoning green
of Spring brings another lifecycle
to the four seasons.
Oh, such music whispers
too of the passing of those
who will not return.
Yet their memory lives on
in the seasons they loved
and this is their night song.