Turning Poem by Barry Middleton

another blaze of sunset grace
another year, another page
winter's chill is gently fading
another spring has come of age

each and every year I pray
to see the dogwood bloom again
azaleas testify to hope
blooms speak like a lost friend

I know that life and seasons turn
the sun goes down, planets spin
without much heed to my desire
or any other want of men

the day is ending, seasons pass
another sunset's grace for me
as time proceeds around the sun
descending, where I cannot see