Fallen
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
beautiful poetry, David .. what a lovely blog you have here!
Pleased you have enjoyed it Himani – love your blog too – keep sharing …
Emotional poem .Thoughts of facing reality strong words,decay corruption that is the fate of mortals.But do People think about it for one second ? .Thank you David for liking my post.Have pleasant week.jalal
Thanks for your comments Jalal.
I doubt many people think of it too often. It takes a lot of courage and insight to see that nature’s processes of decay are core to our daily existence.