Transmute Poem by Clifford L Deelstra

When you feel that first
cool chill…
…and the first leaf falls,
reminding you of endings.
You helplessly fall…
…
…down…
…a very dark hole,
not comprehending
why there's endings at all.
___________________________
When the first bulb pokes
through,
to smell the spring air…
…as if the tulip knew…
your spirit was starting
to wear.


-Cliff Deelstra