A Letter Left On A Nightstand Poem by Arthur H Rowley

If I reach the end, dear Life, know this
summer taught me how to kiss
her rays lay soft upon my skin
a warmth those such as us may miss

If this fair day be my last chance
know autumn taught me how to dance
the swirling of her sweeping gaze
held me firm afore her stance

If sleep I must, know I believe
sweet winter taught me how to grieve
felt sorrow seep beneath her bones
filled satchels taut with cracking leaves

Know now herein my last farewell
spring taught me death is yet to quell
the bud that bleeds beneath the ice
releasing life within her shell

Tell Death, I'm nary known to fight
I have all to thank you for, dear Life
your pain has taught me how to write
this pain, it taught me how to write