Wordsmoker

Let me die in spring,
Perhaps before the rains
With the promise of new life whispering
Through the trees.

This is not a metaphor for life,
As I have arguably reached my autumn
And I think winter will hold many pleasant surprises.
Spring is a matter of convenience.

It avoids the heat of the summer months,
Steers clear of the holiday shopping season.
And while I will miss a blockbuster or two,
it is a small price to pay for not interrupting football season.

Yes, spring provides the path of least resistance
For the promise of eternal life,
Except for what will most probably be
An excruciating and painful battle to keep living.