All My Poetry All My Life
 
    Andante cantabile
 
All my poetry all my life,
bronzed in autumn's antique strife,
bridged a path above the dunes,
trail-blazed by one thousand runes.
     
All of autumn's endless leaves,
colors all of nature grieves,
spent my store of burnished gold
on hope that's treasured, love that's bold.
     
Autumn, winter, summer, spring,
flames that linger, larks that sing
know God's trees are bending low
to kiss the newly fallen snow.
     
All my poetry all my life
found a purpose sharp as knife
where no mortal souls dare tread
and somber shadows go to bed.
     
  Copyright © 2012 Robert E. Romanelli PhD