Spring's Lease Poem by Barry Middleton

the April rain will fall today
it is a sacred trust
the mockingbird will sing its song
it sings because it must

and I will write a song of spring
yet verily I grieve
for I can see that life must end
and seasons can deceive

my faith is now a single breath
for it could be my last
then if tomorrow I awake
I'll not regret the past

still I will watch as showers fall
and greet the budding rose
and whistle to the mockingbird
before my eyes must close

although I sense an evening breeze
the April rains will cease
when birds no longer sing for me
and spring grants my release