Letting Go

The last breath lingered
In the stillness of night
Whispering I'm on my way
In a silence unheard
As a February day
Which had marked a beginning
Now marked an end, and yet, 
A beginning once again. 

When memories 
Bring both smiles and tears, 
And when it's time for letting go 
As a long day draws closed;
As the wind drifts out across the lake
And a distant bugle plays -
Be still,
For know the chill of winter
Has become eternal spring

 


february 10, 2009
Janet Reid