Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: Echo of Good-by

The rush of green has come again

The shores have shed their frozen main

The seas of winter, harsh and cold

Glimmer once more with bits of gold

Yet, still upon Spring’s verdure I

Can hear an echo of good-by

Good-by

The pleasantries of bloom and breeze

Fall prey, as seasons must appease

Time’s fixed appeal, a phantom reel

Of dust to dust’s eternal seal

And oft upon the vesper I

Perceive the echo of good-by

Good-by

Parting; is it sweet sorrow then?

This agony of mortal men

Is it love’s everlasting hope

Of something far beyond earth’s slope?

Within this mien of moments I

Embrace the echo of good-by

Good-by

Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog