Premonition

The restless wind blew

All around the room

As gathering darkness grew

With a chill settling into

The marrow of our bones

Years of neglect have taken their toll

So we can no longer ask who the bell rings for

It rings for us

When the reaper appears

His face is obscured

But we feel the premonition

That comes with his arrival

As a sudden temperature drop

Outside our window

The Sun may be shinning

But we felt it not

Our gaze sadly

Had grown far too dark

From holding onto our obsession

With the past

And sadly nothing now can be changed

But perhaps with the advent of this premonition

Comes a re-arrangement

As finally our restless souls begin to understand

The manifold gifts and blessing we were given

But sadly

Turned our anxious backs upon