When a poet dies
Even nature hangs its head
Mourning with earth’s fellow-men
For the artist that is dead
Honor-rendered beauty
Beneath his touch is still
No more are we delighted
By the nuance of his quill
When a poet dies
We cling to what remains
His heart spilled into images
And word-whispered refrains
Ah, when a poet dies
He leaves a legacy
Of tender, timeless portraits
Woven into poetry
© Janet Martin
A 'poetic-bloomer' has passed away. Our hearts, prayers and sympathies go to his family and loved ones.
Rest in peace Dyson Douglas Mcillwain
