Endings
a poem by Susan Haley
I can feel the summer waning,
a cooler dryness in the air.
Is another season ending,
Or simply going somewhere?
Has a summer that is over
Met an end that is dead?
Or simply wafted elsewhere,
Its warmth there, to spread?
As the sun falls from the horizon,
Into the edge of night,
Has it met its end forever?
Forever gone from sight?
Will there again be a morning,
Now that the sun has gone?
Will darkness now engulf me,
Or will a new beginning come?
Will another pink-hued dawn
Give birth to yet another day?
Or do the ends of setting suns
Forever stay away?
Do these tears of grief
I feel rolling down my face
Mean the death of joy has come?
The death of happiness?
Or are all endings circles
that forever go around?
Is there really such a thing
As endings dead and bound?
Does the end of one road
Give birth to a new beginning?
Do battles lost birth battles won,
And loss give birth to winning?
When dead ends seem to loom ahead
And despair begins to rise,
When purpose and direction lie
in shadows before your eyes,
Don't ever look away.
Turn right, turn left, Look up!
Or, even humbly down.
And suddenly you’ll see the jewels
Adorning every ending’s crown.
Susan Haley ~ © 2006 ~ All Rights Reserved
Susan Haley
Thanks Susan for the poem... John Wolf
