O’ beautiful death release me,
From winters so long and so cold.
My skeleton lies naked and fragile.
O’ beautiful decay reinvent me,
So I may live again, bright and bold.
My flesh is a feast soft and vulnerable.
O’ beautiful spirit’s new adventure,
In flowing growth born from the old.
My body arises in blossoming spring time.
© David R. Durham
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