Evergreen
Last year the Old was the New,
next year the New will be the Old.
Seasons come and go, one by one,
ever-changing, on and on.
Buds, foliage, falling leaves, buds,
green to yellow to brown to green.
Birth, life, death, rebirth.
Down in the cemetery,
graves record the passing generations,
one to the next to the next.
Bright lettering on the newer stones,
older ones weathered, illegible.
Yew and I defiant, evergreen.
I like throwing this down the of gauntlet to nature, Jonathan. The circling round and round works well but I wonder if one of them could go… maybe lines 3 and 4? Good start to the new year!
Thanks for the comment, Robbie, which set me thinking, again. I’ve tweaked the poem, which strengthens it a bit, I hope!
Like it – we all defiantly will cling on to life, I’m sure.
Dave Ed