“Mourning Music” by LeAnn Nash

Mourning Music

By LeAnn Nash
 

Rain

sings a surprise symphony,

pounding the street,

 

feeding an unloved swamp,

each root drowning,

 

A circle of death

celebrated by blossoms.

 

Morning wind

burns a wicked tune,

evaporating the nectar

of a wild spring.

 

Love plays a tentative tune

plunging out the door,

running headlong for the place

where eternity will dissolve,

notes floating heavenward

rejoining the eternal chorus.