02/03/2012
A feeling of urgency is in the wind.
It tugs at you impatient to move on
Like your growing child leaving home
With no intention of truly returning
There is a strange remoteness in it too
It speaks of wild foreign shores
Of an antiquity beyond knowledge.
Your gardens blooms lack vibrancy now
Less radiant than yesterday’s memory
Like the rejection of an estranged father
The sun has silently dispossessed them
Removed them from its warm memory
From its abundant benevolence and
Leaves wither and take on a rusty hue
That speaks of mortality and passing
An ineluctable end point is emerging
Beyond being rescued even by love
In you there is sadness and yearning
And fear that nothing can remain the same
All things you know are passing now
Into memories and a inescapable future
That is at once terrible and thrilling
You know now life is as certain as death
Jim Scott