Spring Fall Poem by Renee Marie

Some come in with veins of steel
deflecting every gale.
Others come equipped to feel
those thrashing whips and fail.

I will gather in and hold so close,
those who fall too soon.
And we will know
no other song
but "turn thyself toward June".

No guarantee was granted thee
when bud to bloom to canopy;
we danced in Danger's sky.
And here we are together now
when once we both
were high.

© Reneé Marie.4.15.16