What Dies Will Live On

Anne Martin McCool .annemartinmccool.com

Anne Martin McCool

After the showers
the evening sun emerges
The recent rains have turned
the burnt out grass green again
a tender green of new growth
shimmering in the sunlight
What has died lives on

A small thing you say
and of course you are right
Late September brings death
to cornfield and beanstalk alike
Shall we not save some seeds
to see resurrection miracles
What has died lives on

And what about us?
Life’s autumn is of mortality
our vitality spent in the tending
of love’s garden Now we are old
our harvests gone to granaries
Yet in these stubbled fields
What dies will live on

‘What are we now but voices
who promise each other a life
neither one can deliver . . .” ~ Eliza Griswold


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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