Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks November 2014: Remembrance | Page 10

The Annual Death
Simon Benson
Once again death surrounds us.
The crunch of bones at every step,
The sight of now fleshless trees,
That shiver in the icy wind,
Whispers into our every ear,
Autumn has come.
Autumn to some is nothing more
Than a beautiful massacre,
A slaughter that bleeds in a dozen colours,
And freezes the generous heart
Of Mother Nature.
But it is more than its morbid behaviour,
Autumn is about remembering.
Remembering the green vibrancy of life.
Remembering the gentle hum of the trees
In the caressing breeze.
The joy of life.
Only then one realises that without death,
Life has little value.
It is only because it can be lost,
That life is precious.
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