Love and Sorrow

Sorrow seeds lie dormant
beneath the buds of spring.
Leaves turn and fall,
winter ending things.

Below pillows clocks do tick,
severing what we cling.
None there is that can reverse
what separation brings.

Let love and pain cohabit
comfort bliss with tears.
Let seeds bring forth intented,
things in life it gives.

In hearts shall ever be,
treasure comes then leaves.
Welcomes and goodbyes,
love and sorrow see.

Randy C. Hale