My Last Spring Poem by Mina Harker

If I knew, somehow, that this were my last Spring
I would not sing
I would not praise the world for all the Springs that I had seen
I would not cry
Or shy away or wonder why (for all things die)
Instead I would wander past every flower I could see
And whisper as I passed to every leaf 'Remember me'
Then come the Autumn, when we all should die together,
I wouldn't be alone, but would have the best for company
And in the dawn of a new year when they returned,
They would know, somehow,
And mourn for me