Adieu

 Red roses wait……..sun’s sweet toucha dust of rain. Church bell tollsit’s Sunday vows& you are gone from us. Sunrise blasts early5.a.m. swallows crybeneath the house & I am finished with this nestthe children flown while all aroundtime speeds up it’s industry. Last week, last year, last centuryall lost in the snip snap ofbone’s crack an  echo of this song.